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The Dirty Dust: Cré na Cille (The Margellos World Republic of Letters)

By Máirtín Ó Cadhain

Now to be had in paperback, the unique English-language translation of Ó Cadhain’s raucous masterpiece

Máirtín Ó Cadhain’s impossible to resist and notorious novel The soiled Dust is continually ranked because the most crucial prose paintings in sleek Irish, but no translation for English-language readers has ever prior to been released. Alan Titley’s energetic new translation, packed with the brio and guts of Ó Cadhain’s unique, finally brings the pleasures of this nice satiric novel to the a ways wider viewers it deserves.
In The soiled Dust all characters lie useless of their graves. This, notwithstanding, doesn't impair their banter or their urge for food for information of aboveground happenings from the lately arrived. informed solely in discussion, Ó Cadhain’s bold novel listens in at the gossip, rumors, backbiting, complaining, and obsessing of the area people. within the afterlife, it kind of feels, the standard existence is going on underneath the sod. simply not anything might be performed approximately it—apart from speak. during this cruel but comical portrayal of a heavily sure neighborhood, Ó Cadhain continues to be keenly attuned to the absurdity of human habit, the lilt of Irish gab, and the nasty, misleading magic of human connection.

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Temple Brandon’s clay is the clay of my humans! The sacred clay of my Zion … yet there isn’t a Kelly to be present in Gallagh, nor a Mannion in Menlo, or anyone of the McGraths to be came upon at any place, differently my heap of bones wouldn't be left rotting within the unwelcoming clay of granite, within the unfriendly clay of hill and harbour, within the ungenerous clay of rock and rubble, within the unfertile clay of bindweed and seaweed, within the unconformable clay of my Babylon … —She will get very undesirable whilst the insanity hits her … —Hang on there now, you, wait ’til I end my tale … —“The speckled chicken began croaking alongside the road as loud as her voice may hold: ‘I laid an egg!

It’s been prepared for a long time, yet they have been simply ready to stay your individual one and Jack the Lad’s up jointly … —My go and Jack the Lad’s move going up jointly … —Fireside Tom’s move is conserving them up now … —My pass and Jack the Lad’s … —Everyone says, Caitriona, that your one is way nicer than Kitty’s, or Nora Johnny’s, or perhaps Huckster Joan’s … —My move and Jack the Lad’s … —It’s nicer than Jack the Lad’s too, Caitriona. My … the Mistress says she’d like it to Peter the Publican’s … —It’s of Connemara marble so, Billy?

Will England get blasted to bits and be blown away in a typhoon of ashes during this struggle? Is that during your prophecy? hello, Black Bandy, provide him a jab of your toe in his prophetic cranium … —Oh Billy my dearest! … I’m going to don't have any peace right here six ft lower than within the soiled dirt … —Don’t allow it trouble you, Caitriona. The priest has prepared to make a totally new map of the graveyard. most sensible of the Road’s outdated one was once bitching away lately. “Weren’t issues undesirable adequate for the twattish twerps of Clogher Savvy,” she says, “but now they must cross and placed their rotting legs around the delicate abdominal of the previous boy himself …” —I’m telling you, no coffin or blanket will final too lengthy on that corpse!

Dangle on a minute, now … He acknowledged that you just wouldn’t recognize a guy from a lady. Wait now … He acknowledged extra … He stated that the pint will be purely pence back. —Your girls recognize fuck all approximately fuck not anything! Did he say that England may move up in a ball of flames? … —He didn’t move that a lot into it really, neighbour. He had simply obtained to the bit the place Tight Arse was once woken up within the cellar, and that he’d flourish his sword to loose eire. after which I pulled out source of revenue tax returns on their wills … —John Kitty is correct.

They informed him he’d need to supply the letters to whoever or whoever will be top, after which he needed to begin allotting them to the homes himself … —That’s the way in which he used to be, the chancer … —He was once stuck out badly at the marsh. He was once drowned to the surface. whilst he got here domestic he took to the mattress … —Who supplies a fuck! The chancer! The robber! The … —He used to be regularly happening approximately commencing to England, grasp, that’s sooner than he was once clobbered … —Taking off to England! starting up to England! … Spit it out. Don’t be afraid … —Some everyone is asserting, grasp, that his health and wellbeing wasn’t that solid due to the fact he obtained married … —Oh, the robber!

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