Plot Summary

A Ghost in the Throat

Doireann Ní Ghríofa

A Ghost in the Throat

Nonfiction | Poem | Adult | Published in 2020

Plot Summary

A Ghost in the Throat is a memoir by Doireann Ní Ghríofa that interweaves the author's present-day life as a poet and stay-at-home mother with her obsessive reconstruction of the life of Eibhlín Dubh Ní Chonaill, an eighteenth-century Irish noblewoman who composed the Caoineadh Airt Uí Laoghaire (The Keen for Art Ó Laoghaire), one of the great lament poems in the Irish language.

In 2012, Doireann was caring for three young sons in a rented house in County Cork, Ireland. Her days revolved around domestic labor organized through handwritten to-do lists. Each morning, she used a second-hand breast pump to collect milk she donated to the NHS Western Trust Human Milk Bank in Northern Ireland, where it was pasteurized and sent to Neonatal Intensive Care Units for premature and sick infants. During these pumping sessions, she read and annotated a photocopied text that had gripped her since childhood: the Caoineadh, a keen, or traditional Irish lament carried through oral tradition from woman to woman. Doireann first encountered the poem at age eleven in school, where Eibhlín Dubh was presented as a flat, romantic figure. Re-reading the poem as a mother, she was startled to discover that Eibhlín Dubh was pregnant when she composed it, a dimension she had never noticed. The poem captures Eibhlín Dubh's desire for Art Ó Laoghaire at a market, their opulent married life, his murder under the Penal Laws (colonial legislation designed to subjugate Irish Catholics), his riderless horse returning with blood on the saddle, Eibhlín Dubh's ride to his body, and her drinking of his blood as she began to keen. Doireann grew obsessed with learning more about the poet's life but found only brief biographical sketches reducing Eibhlín Dubh to two roles: wife of Art O'Leary, aunt of the politician Daniel O'Connell.

The book moves fluidly between Doireann's domestic life and her reconstruction of Eibhlín Dubh's eighteenth-century world. Doireann's milk donation gave her a sense of control amid anxieties about her children's health and repeated evictions from rented homes. After her third son's birth, she lost all sexual desire and forced herself through painful encounters to satisfy her husband, hiding her distress. Once she stopped pumping, her hormones shifted and desire returned. The family was evicted again, and Doireann became pregnant with her fourth child. Between dinner and bedtime, she began translating the Caoineadh into English, comparing each stanza to a room she was furnishing (the Italian word stanza means "room"). She worked for months but judged the translation a failure because it could not capture the timbre of Eibhlín Dubh's voice, though the process gave her a deep intimacy with the poet's language.

In 2015, a routine ultrasound revealed that Doireann's placenta had calcified and her baby had stopped growing. An emergency caesarean was scheduled. When the baby stopped moving, Doireann rushed to the hospital. Surgeons delivered a tiny girl whose placenta and umbilical cord had failed so severely she would have been stillborn had they waited longer. The newborn was taken to the NICU, where Doireann spent weeks pumping every two hours in a room the nurses called "the milking parlour," her photocopy of the Caoineadh always beside her.

After the baby came home, a public health nurse's dismissive question about Doireann's research folder catalyzed her determination to build a fuller portrait of Eibhlín Dubh. She resolved to perform what she calls "an act of wilful erasure": reading male-authored family letters, transcribed in the 1892 publication The Last Colonel of the Irish Brigade by Mrs. Morgan John O'Connell, and extracting only the lives of women. She focuses on two figures: Eibhlín Dubh's mother, Máire Ní Dhonnabháin Dhubh, a shrewd matriarch, poet, and manager of the family's smuggling operation at Derrynane in County Kerry; and Eibhlín Dubh's twin sister, Mary.

Doireann reconstructs the twins' upbringing under the Penal Laws, their fosterage to wet nurses, and their bilingual education in Irish and English. At fourteen, Eibhlín Dubh (known as Nelly) was married off to an old man who died within six months, leaving her a teenage widow. Her twin Mary was married by their mother to a prosperous but unglamorous man. While visiting Mary, Nelly saw Art Ó Laoghaire at a market and desired him. Art had served as a captain in the Austro-Hungarian army and was recklessly defiant of the Penal Laws. They married in December 1767, eloping against her parents' wishes, and had two sons.

Interwoven with this reconstruction, Doireann recounts her own formative years: going to university in Cork to study dentistry, entering the anatomy dissection room and recognizing it as the room from a precognitive teenage dream, then spiraling into crisis. She drank heavily, skipped classes, injured herself, and attempted suicide. On a rare return to the lab, she held a cadaver's heart in her hands, an experience she describes as profoundly important. Years later, she got a tattoo of Eibhlín Dubh's words about a prophetic dream-vision, linking her own experience to the poet's.

Doireann reconstructs Art's escalating feud with Abraham Morris, a former high sheriff of Cork. On May 4, 1773, Art rode out despite Eibhlín Dubh's pregnancy. His plan to confront Morris was overheard, and an ambush was set at the village of Carriganima. A soldier named Green fired the shot that killed Art. His mare galloped home with blood on the saddle, and Eibhlín Dubh rode for over 40 minutes to find Art's body by a furze bush. She fell upon him, drank his blood, and began composing the Caoineadh. In the aftermath, Art's mare was stolen back from Morris, but because the horse's markings could identify her, the mare was shot and her skull buried beneath the hearthstone of Raleigh House. Morris was acquitted at trial. Eibhlín Dubh's brother Maurice never forgave her for the elopement, and by 1791 she appeared for the last time in family letters, referred to only as "our sister Nellie."

Doireann also introduces Norrie Singleton, an impoverished woman from whose oral recitation the Caoineadh was first transcribed from voice to text, a living female repository of unwritten literature. She visits Derrynane, now a museum devoted to Daniel O'Connell, and discovers that Máire's rooms were demolished in the 1960s as structurally unsound while Daniel's additions were preserved. No trace of any female artefact remains. As she leaves, Doireann finds a fragment of painted delph, a kind of earthenware pottery, in the dirt and takes it as a symbolic remnant of female life.

After 10 years of pregnancy or breastfeeding, Doireann weaned her daughter and discovered two lumps in her breast. A biopsy found no cancerous cells. In a last effort to locate some record of Eibhlín Dubh, she traces the poet's descendants. She finds a family Bible in which the eldest son, Conchubhar (known as Con), recorded his own history but made no mention of his mother. She discovers that the second son, Ferdinand, married and raised children, contradicting scholarship that claimed he became a priest and vanished, yet even his marriage bond omitted his wife's name. Despite tracing every descendant, Doireann never finds Eibhlín Dubh's date of death, place of burial, or any direct mention of her in the family's records.

A literary award for a poetry book inspired by Eibhlín Dubh gave Doireann and her husband enough for a down payment on their first home. She planted a garden to attract bees, and her husband decided to have a vasectomy. She resisted at first but gradually recognized his reasoning: She was already stretched too thin. In the final chapter, Doireann acknowledges that her years of searching ended not in neat discovery but in the persistence of mystery. She recognizes that the relationship was reciprocal: She set out to serve Eibhlín Dubh, but the poet also held her, waking her from the blur of domestic self-erasure. On a final evening at Kilcrea Abbey, her daughter ran among the gravestones while Doireann stood at the tomb where Art and his descendants are buried, no female name recorded. She thanked Eibhlín Dubh, then drove home to open a new notebook and begin with the words that open the book: "This is a female text." The book concludes with her complete translation of the Caoineadh, presented in facing Irish and English across 36 verses.

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