"'I now know where the world ends, ' writes H.V. Morton in In Search of Ireland. The place that he decided was the end of the world was Connemara, the most westerly region of Ireland, and little has changed since he delightedly discovered its 'sudden peat bogs' and 'queer canoes, called curraghs, in which the fishermen of Connemara dare the perils of the ocean; and dare must be the right and only word!' Morton fell in love with the country from the moment of his arrival there, and this passion informs every line of his book and every moment of his travels, which took him throughout the island, North and South. Everywhere he is the ideal companion, full of warmth and enthusiasm, with an eye for detail and an ear for talk; informative, curious and endlessly engaging." --Back cover.
It is a love at first sight for Morton as he visits Saorstát Éireann and hears the mysterious “silent music of the land” as he visits Connemara, Glengariff and the Curragh and Eire’s troubled history. Fascination with the Gaelic tongue induces a longing to understand it more, to be able to sing back an answering verse to the real songs he hears from behind the stone walls.
The country wins Morton’s heart rapidly, as do the people and their intense sense of place. Even the animals enchant …including a curious cow who joins a wake…and the “ hens who are all over the world an excitable, suicidal people”.
By the end of his book H.V. is so in love with Ireland, and feels so desperately his need to communicate his ardor, and share it with the reader, that he becomes intensely lyrical and even starts to adds a Gaelic lilt to his prose!
To read it is to love it too!