How It’s New York: author Honor Molloy is a New York resident and celebrated reader at the Irish American Writers’ and Artists Salon. She also occasionally blogs for us!
Here’s Honor on her father and the Nelson Memorial, too!
“Yeh, Daddy says, but I know that yeh. It means no.” “I am spun out,” one of the dancers answers, “The feck of annoyances. Me costume doesn’t fit – Sorry for talking this way in front of your chiseler, but – ” I know feck, flip, eff off and fuck. Ticking the words off on my fingers.”
The language makes you laugh, the yehs that mean no, the feck of annoyances, the chiseler, and the idea of the girleen anthropologist collecting language from the euphemisms to the truth. But the harder edge is there too; the child’s awareness of her father as a threat (the yeh that means no) and the seduction of language – its great sounds (the alliterative magic of feck, flip, eff off and fuck) that explode in violence (“Ticking the words off …”).
“the walls of the room. ‘Cause that was all the stage he had left to him, two foot square, the front parlor.”
“Da’s version of fambilly planning” Olly says.
“A conductor, leather pouch slung low on his hips like a cowboy’s gun, lets go of the pole at the back of the bus drops to the street, trots to the front as the bus brakes, squeals, sags to a stop.”
“I walk the suitcases into the sky. Onto Ontario, off to Cairns, Australia, to Brewkiillin, the Boston wharfplanks.”
Smarty Girl was published on St. Patrick’s
Day. Simon & Schuster are bringing out an audio version of Smarty Girl, read by the author with music by Susan McKeown and guest spots by Kevin Holohan and Joanie Madden (playing the tin whistle). I suggest you have a Christmas in March and April, just to put both in the stocking.