Christopher Reid (editor), The Letters of Seamus Heaney (Faber & Faber 2023)
Since reading À le recherche du temps perdu over a couple of years starting in September 2019, I’ve done a similar slow read of a number of classics: Saint Augustine’s Confessions, Wordsworth’s The Prelude, Virginia Woolf’s Mrs Dalloway, and so on.
The Letters of Seamus Heaney doesn’t quite fit the original concept – paradoxically, give that Heaney is such a fine poet, it’s too prosaic. But the book was a gift, I want to read it because I love Heaney’s poetry, and I’m pretty sure I’d have trouble staying awake if I approached it like a novel. So here goes, starting out at 7 or 8 pages a day. I’ll keep my copy of Opened Ground: Poems 1966–1996 beside me as I read the pages, so I may be able to look up poems as they are mentioned.
The first letters collected here were written when Heaney was in his mid 20s, on the verge of publication of his first book of poems, Death of Naturalist. He marries, becomes a father, worries about money and employment …
I’ll report on progress in a month or so.
I have written this blog post on the land of Gadigal and Wangal of the Eora nation. I acknowledge Elders past and present of those clans, and welcome any First Nations readers.
Me fail? I fly! 