At the heart of the County Cork Mysteries is the second book I ever
wrote, set in a small pub in a very small town in southwestern Ireland. It was
inspired by a real pub called Connolly’s, which I’ve come to know well over the
past decade (especially after having tea with the owner in the back room, with
her Irish Wolfhound by the fire and her cat in my lap).
I chose to write about Ireland because I never knew my father’s parents, both of
whom were born there (although in different counties), and I thought seeing the
country might be a way to get to know them. My grandmother and grandfather came
to New York separately, in 1911, and connected when he made milk deliveries to
the back door of the house where she was a servant. They didn’t marry until
1918, and they had my father a year later. My grandmother was 38 at the time.
They went on to have two more children. My father became a chemical engineer and
earned a master’s degree. His younger brother was a nuclear engineer at
Stanford, after getting a Ph.D. at Cal Tech. Their baby sister worked in
television in New York on the show Mr. Peepers in the 1950s—not bad for a girl
from Syracuse, although she went home to marry a hometown Irish boy (it did turn
out that he’d been a spy in Paris in WWII, complete with trench coat—I’ve seen
the picture). That’s quite an impressive list of achievements for the offspring
of two poorly educated Irish natives who grew up raising cows out in the
country. Is it any wonder I wanted to know more? So I made my first trip there
in 1998.
What did I learn in Ireland? That there’s a particular kind of humor that seems
familiar to me. There’s also a sense of fatalism: even when things are going
well (like during the brief Celtic Tiger), there’s the sense that a bad turn is
just around the corner, but that’s nothing new and we’ll get through it somehow.
That the Irish people love words and talk and songs, and they love sharing all
of those.
The new book in the series, AN EARLY WAKE, is about music. Not the pipes and tin
whistles kind, but contemporary music. I based Sullivan’s pub in the series on
Connolly’s, and for reasons that are still a mystery to me, Connolly’s was once
a center for bands and music in West Cork. If you see the place, you end up
scratching your head: it’s all of two rooms, and it holds no more than 200
people legally, and only half of them in the back room where the stage is. The
stage was maybe a foot off the floor and about ten feet square. Yet still they
hosted bands you might have heard of, like the Cranberries.
How did the word get out? That’s even more mystifying. No Internet in those
days. No money for advertising, in the Cork papers or on the radio. The owner of
the place would book the bands and people would just show up. He’s gone now, but
I asked his 24-year-old son just how it happened, and he said, quite simply,
“magic.”
And he’s right. There’s something magic about Ireland. I felt it the first time
I saw the place, and it keeps bringing me back. I want to write about it because
I want others to see what’s so special about the country and the people. It’s
not all rainbows and leprechauns (although I’ve seen plenty of the first, and
maybe a few of the second); there’s something deeper and more complex going on
that draws you in.
The title of that first Irish book of mine (never published) was Home of
the Heart. It still fits.
About AN EARLY WAKE
Pub owner Maura Donovan may have Irish kin, but she doesn’t seem to have the
luck of the Irish. Who could have foreseen that bringing live music back to
Sullivan’s Pub would lead to a dead musician?
Summer is ending in County Cork, Ireland, and with it the tourist season. Expat
Maura Donovan is determined to keep Sullivan’s Pub in the black as the days grow
shorter—but how? When she hears that the place was once a hot spot for Irish
musicians who’d come play in the back room, she wonders if bringing back live
music might be Sullivan’s salvation.
As word gets out, legendary musicians begin to appear at the pub, and the first
impromptu jam session brings in scores of music lovers. But things hit a sour
note when Maura finds a dead musician in the back room the next morning. With a
slew of potential suspects, it’s going to take more than a pint and a good think
to force a murderer to face the music.
2 comments posted.
As a reader i like this book. You did a great job to write this story. I buy Cheap Research Paper of Mystery books and they also like and mention this book in our list.
(Nancy Damin 2:06am February 12, 2015)