Rebecca Hardiman is a former magazine editor who lives in New Jersey with her husband and three children. Good Eggs is her first novel.
If I were to ask my mother, who’s from Dublin, what she cooked for dinner last night, chances are she wouldn’t just say pasta or salmon. “Well,” she might begin, “I’d just started chopping the onions when the doorbell rang. I’d asked John to pop over and take a look at my printer but he brought along that big horrible dog of his. Would you believe by the time John had the thing fixed, that smelly mutt had gnawed a hole the size of Ohio into my couch cushion?” I may never get an answer to my question, or if I did, it would likely be via a circuitous route. But who cared? I’d get a story. For a country the size of Indiana, Ireland has historically, famously, yielded a disproportionate body of storytelling. Luckily for the rest of us, that inclination toward a good yarn applies broadly to the national literary output, no matter the genre. Here’s an eclectic mix of Irish novels—thrilling, witty, gripping, hilarious, sad, creepy, poignant—that prove masterful writing is just in the blood.