When I first started to read Norman Morrow’s book ‘Father McGargles’ I just knew I was going to love it. From the opening paragraph to the last full-stop I was never disappointed.
I know priests, I studied with them, was educated by them and owe my love of literature to them (although I preferred classic works to the bible at the time – but that’s another story!).
Fr J Brennan is a mixture of every cleric I ever knew; he drinks, he has a wicked sense of humor, he has his doubts about all things ecclesiastical yet he perseveres in everything. Whether hunting for the trout or winning a bet he undertakes all things with dogged determination.
Then there’s Lavelle’s bar and what a place that is! Norman Morrow has achieved what many writers fail to do – he introduces walk-on parts but even though that character takes up just one or two paragraphs they can never be forgotten.
Now I’m not one to tell secrets (though I heard this in the confessional box) but – come closer – I know more about Father Brennan’s journey than most people and if you thought the Father Ted series went to places you couldn’t believe then just wait until Norman reveals the next books in the series.
Hang on, Father Brennan just gave me three Our Father’s and two Hail Marys as penance for spilling the beans. The only way I can get out of it is by getting him a glass or two of Jamieson’s … Job done and sláinte mhaith.