I realized the other day that I haven’t read any folklore in a long time, so I started a small book, Folktales of the Irish Countryside by Kevin Danaher (Cork, Ireland: The Mercier Press, 1967). My father was very fond of Irish literature, and I have followed in his footsteps, with my love of Dunsany, Synge, Yeats, Stephens, O’Brien, and others.
Per my recent post, I bought this book 10 or 15 years ago. It’s a beat-up paperback with a binding almost unreadable, but its condition attracted my attention. I love these personal volumes that have some authenticating details over the mass-market retellings on the one hand, or the verbatim transcripts of the academic folklorists. This consists of 40 short tales collected by the author from six storytellers, all family members or neighbors, reaching back to the late 19th century. The author, who had published several books on Irish life, has a deft hand. His retellings have an authentic feel in their structure and retain the Irish phraseology. He also adds information about each storyteller and brief notes on each story.
Most of the stories are familiar in whole or in part, but it is always a pleasure to see exactly how they are told. We have the Little Tailor, moral tales of reward or punishment, the magical prohibitions to gain an end, a magic fiddle that reminded me of J. Meade Faulkner’s The Lost Stradivarius (1895) as well as Stravinsky’s A Soldier’s Tale, and many more.
One motif that is definitely new to me is the idea of lightbeams that have solidity. Another that I don’t recall is the theme of “The Boy Who Had No Story,” which nicely shows the social importance of being able to tell a story. The author says this tale has at least 140 versions in Ireland. I’m really enjoying this book.






