The Hurley Maker's Son
by Patrick Deeley
Patrick Deeley's train journey home to rural East Galway in autumn 1978 was a pilgrimage of grief: his giant of a father had been felled, the hurley-making workshop silenced.
From this moment, Patrick unfolds his childhood as a series of evocative moments, from the intricate workings of the timber workshop run by his father to the slow taking apart of an old tractor and the physical burial of a steam engine; from his mother’s steady work on an old Singer sewing machine to his father’s vertiginous quickstep on the roof of their house. There are many wonderful descriptions of the natural world and delightful cameos of characters and incidents from a not-so-long-ago country childhood.
In a style reminiscent of John McGahern’s Memoir, Deeley’s beautifully paced prose captures the rhythms, struggles and rough edges of a rural life that was already dying even as he grew. This is an enchanting, beautifully written account of family, love, loss, and the unstoppable march of time.
A delightful book written in poetic language.
A courageous and heartfelt work, a lament and an act of recuperation, deceptively artless and engagingly plainspoken.
George O'Brien (Irish Times)
A glorious book, a perfect elegy, a gorgeous tumble of memories of life, death, love and, above all, family.The Hurley Maker's Son is suffused with warmth and joy and an ineffable sadness. The closing passages, like many in this book, are exquisite and almost unbearable.
Deeley’s memoir of his childhood in Galway is a moving, memorable elegy not only for his father but for a time of rural life now lost except in memory and in the words of an exceptional writer. Deeley’s bright, sharp style pays homage with humour and respect to dark times of aching grief and light days of redeeming love.
Gloriously poetic . . . Every sentence counts in this beautiful, evocative memoir. The prose shimmers. I adored it.
Sue Leonard (Irish Examiner)
There is something both eerie and deeply convincing about Deeley's re-inhabiting of the landscape that formed him, the family that shaped and nourished him. Every sentence rings true, like an axe biting into seasoned wood, a hurley striking the ball cleanly.
Powerful remembrance of things past . . . very impressive.
A magnificent book . . . like the very best books, it creates an atmosphere that is entirely unique — an atmosphere that never really leaves you.
A lovely, melancholy account of an Irish country childhood . . . an elegaic glimpse of a time that's long gone.
A wonderfully evocative memoir.
Sean O'Rourke (RTE Radio 1)
Affecting and important . . . a masterpiece of memoir-writing.
A wonderfully visual and evocative book, written by someonewho really observes the world.
Touching and poignant . . . Captivating . . . his rhythmic prose ensures you'll keep turning the page right to the end.
(Irish Farmers Journal)