Evil is even, truth is an odd number, and death is full stop. ~ narrator
At Swim-Two-Birds is rather like Camelot…‘tis a silly place.
It is the first-person narrative of an unnamed Irish student, who lives with his uncle. The uncle is a simple Irish working man, who is a bit hard on the lad, for fear the nephew is something of a wastrel. At numerous points throughout the story the uncle asks…
Tell me this, do you ever open a book at all?
His concern seems fair enough, as the narrator spends most of his time in bed, or carousing with fellow students. Like so many college students, he has his first experience with alcohol.
On the other hand, young men of my acquaintance who were in the habit of voluntarily placing themselves under the influence of alcohol had often surprised me with a recital of their strange adventures. The mind may be impaired by alcohol, I mused, but withal it may be pleasantly impaired. Personal experience appeared to me to be the only satisfactory means to the resolution of my doubts.
…brown stout in a bottle, a drink which still remains the one that I prefer the most despite the painful and blinding fits of vomiting which a plurality of bottle has often induced in me.
But the novel is far more complicated than merely telling the narrator’s story. It is a novel, within a novel, within a novel – metafiction and frame story. The student sets out to write a novel emphasizing that…
One beginning and one ending for a book was a thing I did not agree with.
He begins three different novels: one about the Pooka (devil class) Fergus MacPhellimey, and the fairy who lives in his pocket, a second about Furriskey, a character created by fictional writer Dermot Trellis, and the third about Irish legends Finn MacCool and Mad King Sweeney.
Intermittently, the main story, switches to any one of these stories, which eventually become intertwined – characters from one, crossing into one of the others.
It was ridiculous and confusing. The dialogue was sometimes fun, but still ridiculous. Like the fairy introducing herself to the Pooka…
My correct name is Good Fairy, said the Good Fairy. I am a good fairy.
Or when a group of Irish lads are enjoying a pint, or five, discuss the merits of their race, and one of their proudest distinctions…
That was always one thing, said Shanahan wisely, that the Irish race was always noted for, one place where the world had to give us best. With all his faults and by God he has plenty, the Irishman can jump.
It’s a thing, said Furriskey, that will always stand to us – jumping.
When everything’s said, said Lamont, the Irishman has his points. He’s not the last man that was made now.
All the characters join forces against Dermot Trellis, for his injudicious manipulation of their fates – he being the fictional author who controls their actions. They employ the Pooka to first torture Trellis, and then bring him to trial – a kangaroo court, where the plaintiffs are also judges, and conduct the trial while imbibing in yet more stout – they use their glasses as gavels, to overrule any objection or testimony offered by Trellis. He will be found guilty of course, but the novel returns to the student and uncle – where both come off a bit better than the reader has previously perceived.
The Uncle quotes from Hamlet, with some liberty…
There are more things in life and death than you ever dreamt of Horatio.
My rating: 3 ½ out of 5 stars
This book satisfies square N-3 “Reader’s Choice” in the 2020 Classic BINGO Challenge
This was my first read of Flann O’Brien. I wasn’t crazy about it at first, but eventually I got into it. O’Brien has a quirky sense of humor and a fun turn of phrase. I will certainly give him another try. What do you think of At Swim-Two-Birds or Flann O’Brien?
Have you ever wondered about the odd title? Swim-Two-Birds, is simply a place name aka Snámh-dá-én, along the banks of the River Shannon.