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J.M. Synge was a tireless traveller who, while celebrating the beauties of the Irish landscape, never flinched from describing the harsh, unromantic reality of rural life.
<br><br>Capturing the embers of a dying culture, the great playwright walks, drinks and talks with a rich assortment of country people, offering unforgettable descriptions of the Puck Fair at Killorglin and horse-racing on the strand near Dingle, of remote cottages and isolated fishing villages.
Seamus Heaney wrote of Synge in 'Glanmore Eclogue' that he<br><br>Was never happier than when he was on the road<br>With people on their uppers. Loneliness<br>Was his passport through the world. Midge-angels<br>On the face of water, the first drop before thunder…<br>His spirit lives for me in things like that.<br><br>Synge's wandering spirit, as well as the farmers and tinkers, weavers and boat-builders he befriended, live on in these pages, which cannot fail to delight anyone who loves Ireland and her literature.
<br><br>Capturing the embers of a dying culture, the great playwright walks, drinks and talks with a rich assortment of country people, offering unforgettable descriptions of the Puck Fair at Killorglin and horse-racing on the strand near Dingle, of remote cottages and isolated fishing villages.
Seamus Heaney wrote of Synge in 'Glanmore Eclogue' that he<br><br>Was never happier than when he was on the road<br>With people on their uppers. Loneliness<br>Was his passport through the world. Midge-angels<br>On the face of water, the first drop before thunder…<br>His spirit lives for me in things like that.<br><br>Synge's wandering spirit, as well as the farmers and tinkers, weavers and boat-builders he befriended, live on in these pages, which cannot fail to delight anyone who loves Ireland and her literature.