Death and Nightingales

by Eugene McCabe

Book Overview

It is 1883 and the farms of County Fermanagh, on the border of Ulster and what we now know as the Republic of Ireland, are crisscrossed with religious, political, and generational tensions. Through... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 074939868X
• Release Date: September 2005
• Publisher: Vintage Books
• Length: 240 Pages
• Weight: 0.44 lbs.
• Dimensions: 7.8" x 0.6" x 5.1"

Customer Reviews

Craftsmanship , Vividness and Beauty

This is a superb book. McCabe combines fresh clear description with a subtle psychological grasp of the complexity of character. There are ambiguities and reversals which are believable and earned. The story illuminates the political situation of late 19th century Ireland through the situation and and relationships of the characters. Sounds simple but it's hard to do well. Mcabe is masterful.

My first to read by Eugene McCabe..boy,what a writer!

I am continuing to find Irish writers who amaze me with their superb abilities with language and storytelling. After reading this author for the first time,I must say I am as impressed with his work as I am with Roddy Doyle,Frank and Malachy McCourt,Sean O'Callghan,Brendan O'Carroll,Tim Pat Coogan,Don Mullan,Liam O' Flaherty,Morgan Llywelyn,Brendan Behan and many more of my favorites. In this novel we get a story that keeps us totally engrossed from beginning to end. Not only a good story,it is set in 1883,just a quarter century after the Great Famine in the northern County of Fermanagh. We are given a great insight into the social issues of Irish/Anglo,Catholic/Protestant,Wealthy Landowner/Poor Tennants,Parnell and the struggle of Freedom from the British and other elements that influenced every apect of the society in late 18th Century Ireland. McCabe uses language like a great painter strokes a brush,a great guitarist fingers the strings or a balladier like Paddy Reilly sings a ballad. Let me give you just a taste of what you'll be in for in this novel; "Up here,this place is half-way to heaven!" "Billy Winters watched them watching the Bishop of Clogher.Cheeky,smooth little bugger ticking me off like that. Doesn't need wiskey;intoxicated with himself. This room packed with Tammany Taigs,vindictive unforgiving pack,outbreed us yet,that's what they're up to,get the land back,get us off it or bury us in it,convert us or kill us,burning zeal...Still got a half notion he'll make a convert of me...no bloody fear, Sir,not my soul...not my land,not my gold,defend it to the death." And how about this for Irish banter? "Being born in a stable doesn't make you a horse,that's what the Duke of Wellington said about being born here." From the half-light of the hollow Donnelly's voice came back: "It could also make you a God. He rules the universe!" "A bloody bad job he made of this wee corner." Billy muttered. "I've only the two sons left out of the dozen I've reared. The poet fellow inside never laves the bed and this fella here's hardly ever in it!" And then ,how's this for blunt talk? "I'll give you death and nightingales...you'll fly from here,forever,with rooks,daws,and magpies,you'll croak like scald crows from now on with fellow thieves and vermin." And finally; "Nature's a terrible tinker,full of tricks and contrariness." This could only be an Irish novel and will be a great read now as well as many decades ahead.

A PERFECT MARRIAGE OF STORY AND STYLE

Eugene McCabe's DEATH AND NIGHTINGALES absolutely picked me up and dropped me - the book was that powerful and moving. For a novel set in 1883 in rural Ireland to transport me as a reader so quickly and thoroughly shows me the hand of a master at work. This is an author that I am pleased to have discovered - and one whose work I will actively seek.McCabe's writing style is as rough-hewn as the characters he portrays - but this is deceptive, because there are many subtleties at work here. His descriptive abilities are staggering - but most of the story is carried along either as conversation or as revelations to the reader of the characters' thoughts. Another reviewer commented that the author's style almost compelled the reader to create the story while reading it - and that's a pretty apt description of the `work' required of the reader to grasp the monumental achievement of this novel. This `work' is not toil-in-vain, however - there is a great reward to putting forth a little effort here.The characters are vivid and real - and the story is one that involves love, family, politics, class struggle and murder. There is a palpable air of mystery and suspense that permeates the story, one that keeps the reader guessing, rapt until the end. There are likable characters whose treachery lurks just beneath the surface, as well as persons who seem to be less than respectable at first glance who turn out to be made of stout moral fibre - and there are those as well who are just as they seem, so I'm not really giving anything away with these statements. There's also one of the most unlikely heroes you're liable to run across anywhere.I'd be tempted to say that this book is one of the best reading experiences I've come across in the past couple of years - I read this from the local library, but it's definitely one I'm going to want to acquire for my own collection. This is a `keeper'.

Flawed, maybe, but a rare, genuine, 90s masterpiece

This is one of the great, underrated novels of the century. The opening three pages are among the best things I have ever read - a young woman hears an injured calf lowing in the early dawn and contrives to help her: the mixture of Gothic mystery, personal trauma, the dark violence of nature, the evocation of space is relayed with such elliptical intensity that you are left reeling. The rest of the novel can't hope to follow this, and there's a little too much explanation in it when continued suggestion would have been much more powerful, but these are minor complaints. It has been called a Victorian novel, and the plot and range of characters have a similar richness, but there is none of the authorial dogmatism, excessive verbiage or fear of loose ends that mars the works of, say, Dickens. Almost every character, no matter how reprehensible, is portrayed with stunning fairness, my favourite being the landowner Willie, whose repeated, drunken brutality can't hide his essential, helpless decency. There are some remarkable set-pieces, especially the Percy French concert, but what is eventually most memorable is the evocation of nature, Ted Hughes like in its ominous power and violent beauty, it looks on immemorially at the comparatively petty human dramas that would eventually lead to an appalling Irish century.

Stunning drama of Anglo-Irish and gender politics ;

This is a story about two women ; a mother now dead and her surviving daughter now grown up and at a crossroads in her life. It is also a story about a key time in Irish history ; late 19th century Nothern Ireland. This is a beautifully written book. The book resembles strongly that part of Northern Ireland, it is set in. Beautiful, stark and forbidding. Beth is the daughter of a local wealthy Protestant, whose wife, a Catholic, is dead. Beth will face choices between her life with her father and a life with the man she loves. There are twists and turns handled superbly against the backdrop of the hauntingly beautiful Fermanagh countryside. This book is worthy of a single sitting read.