An exaggerated satire of the Gaelic Islanders. Their miserable lives were presented as humorous although very little of it seemed humorous to me. ( )

This is a hilarious satire which parodies the typical Gaeltacht memoirs published in Ireland after 1922. These books were a mandatory part of the Irish school curriculum and those who went to high school in Ireland in the '80s will forever remember [b:Peig: The Autobiograpy of Peig Sayers of the Great Blasket Island|1998679|Peig The Autobiograpy of Peig Sayers of the Great Blasket Island|Peig Sayers|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1447275760l/1998679._SY75_.jpg|671229]. The hardship of life in these remote regions was real, but the Irish have their own unique way of describing it. Tragedy doesn't seem all that bad, because in the end "Shur it'll all be grand". Flann O' Brien takes this to a whole new level in this extremely amusing parody.

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‘The Poor Mouth’ is a scathing yet amusing satire squarely aimed at the narratives and custodians of Gaelic Ireland, complete with endless rain, countless meals of potatoes and house shares with sheep and pigs. The protagonist, Bonaparte O’Coonassa, lives in the fictitious village of Corkadoragha where he ambles through a poverty stricken yet mildly philosophical and content life. This is a short, enjoyable read that immerses you in a beautiful, simple yet ridiculous tale which pulsates with Irishness. Without having read O’Brien’s other works yet, I’ve gleaned that this is only moderately surreal in comparison but it was still evidence of skilful writing and a risk-taking, experimental style that made for an engaging read. I’ll definitely be reading his others! ( )

La novela es una crítica de la situación en la que se encontraba la población rural irlandesa a mediados del siglo xx. Trata sobre la identidad, real o impostada, y el título de La boca pobre alude a una expresión gaélica que hace referencia a cargar las tintas sobre la pobreza y las penurias que se padecen, con objeto de obtener compasión y lástima, y los beneficios que estas reportan. Aquí todos buscan ser lo que no son.

A Strong and Unsteady Book, Better Than a Well-Constructed One

There are many ways to encounter this book. Some people found it in its original Irish, and many more in its 1973 translation. Here are some coordinates of my own, written in a pastiche of O'Brien's prose:

1. I read it finally, probably thirty years after I first heard of it. Those thirty years correspond fairly well to my marriage, to Margaret MacNamidhe, who comprises 100% of the Irish portion of our marriage.
2. At the beginning of that period I attempted one summer's worth of Irish classes in a Gaeltacht. They sometimes involved driving a night, down extremely narrow winding deserted country roads, in pelting rain. I abandoned those lessons in a state of awed bewilderment.
3. Also in that period I read English versions of two books that absolutely have to be read before "The Poor Mouth," because otherwise a reader will entirely fail to laugh at the appointed times. They are: Tomás Ó Criomhthain's "The Islandman," in which, among other things, a man plasters a wound caused by a seal bite with meat taken from the seal, and, among other things, the athor says "our like will not be seen again," which is repeated incessantly in "The Poor Mouth"; and Peig Sayers's "Peig," in which everyone dies, as most people do in "The Poor Mouth." The darkness of O'Brien's satire absolutely cannot be appreciated without an experience of the humorless, portentous Catholic suffering expounded in "The Islandman" and "Peig."
4. The reason I read "The Islandman" and "Peig" was because I was trying to gain a better understanding of my wife's formation, something that I now realize was absolutely hopeless, mainly because she disliked those books because they were Irish, because they were required, and, I think, because they were humorless, whereas O'Brien disliked them because their suffering was very close to his but their self-awareness was a galaxy apart.
5. It is one of the most rermarkable facts of cultural development in any nation that "The Islandman" was written only 12 years before "The Poor Mouth." I would have guessed centuries.
6. This year I finally found time to read "The Poor Mouth" as part of an attempt to read all of O'Brien's work. This time my motive isn't marital harmony or cultural curiosity but an interest in novels that are irrational. "The Third Policeman" is crazy in many ways, and "The Dalkey Archive" crazier in some other ways, and "Cruiskeen Lawn" (his newspaper columns) extremely funny and bitter... so I still have no clear sense of who he is, or how often his imagination became as spectaculary disarranged as it does in "The Third Policeman" or "The Dalkey Archive."

This is by way of saying anyone who sits down to read this without thinking of its various contexts will miss it almost entirely, which will not at all decrease its brilliance.

And may I note that this is book is not a satire in the normal sense of that word, which supposes an author in control of his viewpoint and his pen. "The Poor Mouth" more often rudderless than it is Swiftian. It has funny stretches and short stories, and some bitter satire about Gaels and people like Tomás Ó Criomhthain. But it veers, at the end, suddenly into maudlin bathos and tragedy, and it seldom manages a steady keel between the Scylla of sniping social commentary and the Charybdis of bottomless suffering. So let's do it the favor of not calling it a satire: it's much more interesting than that.