Irish female writer Meve Bink, whose works are best sold in the UK and the US. She published a essay in The New York Times about the relationship between Irish and literature.
She said that the Irish do not think much about writing, because writing is a natural extension of their habits, and this habit is awkward. She said that the children nowadays are taught to “have to say something” or “to listen more.” For Irish children, nothing is more annoying than this. In Ireland, Amnesty is the least thing to do, no matter what.
She said that in Ireland, talkative old people will be widely respected for their omnipresent talk. In many parts of the world, people will feel that such people are dull, love to show off or talk about it. She said that she remembered that a neighbor had died in London before, and people admire his way of life and highly praised him for “not asking about it.” In Ireland, however, it is equivalent to a crime. They will ask in confusion: Does he have anything to see?
She said that when British writer Gordon Snell (her husband) first went to Ireland with her, he was as uneasy as the suitor, and asked her how they would look at him. She said that of course everyone likes you, but they said that they guess you may have been in prison for a few years, but this does not matter, they still like you. Snell puzzled: “Why do they think I have been in prison?” she said, because you didn’t chatter and shook your life out to everyone. She then explained that if you don’t blame your past, everyone will think that your past is not glorious, or very miserable.
In Ireland, if you don’t talk to someone around you while waiting for the bus, it is rude and rude. In London, if you do, you will be considered a madman. If you talk to someone at a bus stop in London, they will think that you have to go home with them and live with them. They start to panic and rush to escape. In Ireland, if you queue up to buy tickets at the theater, you have to talk to anyone around you. In the UK, you have to look straight ahead, as if you were alone in the middle of a hundred acres of wilderness.
In Ireland, when you call the telephonist, if you don’t talk about the weather or business today, it is extremely rude. In the restaurant, you also have to explore the life of the waiter; of course, the waiter will also inquire about your life.
Before the invention of printing, there was a kind of person in Ireland who went door to door to tell stories. Sometimes they talk about historical stories, sometimes just gossip about people in the neighborhood. Their job is to use speech to entertain people, and people will provide them with room and board. Everyone loves them and is proud of being able to entertain them. No one will say, God, those who are in the mountains are coming again. Hurry up and hide, pretend that there are no people in the house, lest they stay away.
The Irish love to write long letters, as if the trivial things in the letter are life and death, and they are not to be missed. When Meve Binkie grew up in such an environment, he formed a belief that he should not stop telling stories, and should not sit and listen like stones. One summer in the 1960s, she went to work in Israel, and her parents worried about it. So she wrote a long letter to her parents and told them everything, except that the young soldiers who were there were very handsome. Tell them what? Peeling oranges, pulling chicken feathers, dancing, swimming in the Mediterranean Sea in the Dead Sea, etc. They were very happy. They also used a typewriter to write the letter and sent it to a newspaper. The newspaper bought this “article” and asked “there is no.” In this way, she began to write.
She said that an Irish writer like her is used to thinking a little bit, then talks more and then writes it down. There are absolutely no markets in Ireland for arranging the ceremonial books of four speakers and four listeners at the dinner. After a stroke in a well-loved journalist in the Irish Times, he was told that he would lose his ability to speak, but he could communicate with people by pressing the “Yes” or “No” button. He said: “If you can only say yes or no, what is the meaning of the conversation?” It is even more boring to live, so he died almost immediately.