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Thin Places by Kerri Ní Dochartaigh: Heady, bright and difficult to pin down

One of the things Ní Dochartaigh does to reconnect is to learn the Irish language. The power of place to heal trauma makes for a beautiful read, says Dani Garavelli
The Peace Bridge in Londonderry, where author Kerri Ní Dochartaigh grew up. Justin MacLochlainn/Flickr

The Thin Places in the title of Kerri ní Dochartaigh’s intense memoir-cum-nature book are “places where a veil is lifted away and light streams in”. They are pools of stillness in a “broken, burning and bleeding world”. They are remote havens where the author has felt “hope like the beating of moth wings on [her] skin”.

The author grew up in Derry – or Londonderry – a town whose very name is a statement of religious affiliation. But, the product of a mixed marriage – a Catholic mother, a Protestant father – she was neither one thing or the other.

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In 1995, her father left home and the family were petrol-bombed out of their Protestant estate. But they were no more welcome on the Catholic estate they fled to. Then her closest male friend was murdered. Ní Dochartaigh got out of Northern Ireland as quickly as she could, but carried her trauma with her.

For much of her life, hope was all she had to cling to, and those thin places provided a refuge from the memories and the invisible border that existed as a “ghost vein on the map of [her] insides”. Only when she realises that to go forward she has to go back does she begin to recover, and even then it is a fraught journey.

Thin Places by Kerri Ní Dochartaigh is out now (Canongate £14.99)

Thin Places by Kerri Ní Dochartaigh is out now (Canongate £14.99)

Thin Places is part of the process; a therapy, if you like. Ní Dochartaigh’s emotions are never far from the surface. She writes in great cresting waves of pain and we surf them with her. Sometimes the tone is so heightened, and the rhythm so hypnotic, it reminds me of Elizabeth Smart’s By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept.

“I was crying for the years of transience,” she writes. “I was crying for my own unbroken silence, I was crying for lost things, I was crying for things not yet lost.”

Swept along in her unhappiness, the reader shares her desire for wild spots where feelings are numbed by icy winds. But this makes it sound relentless, and it is not. Though sporadically solipsistic, it contains moments of great beauty.

One of the things Ní Dochartaigh does to reconnect is to learn the Irish language.

At the Bridge of Sorrows where, during the famine, families said farewell to those departing for America, she sees butterflies, and goes in search of the Donegal bog word for those ephemeral creatures.

It is dealan-dè, which translates as “fireflaught” and “speaks of the phenomenon observed by shirling a stick lighted at the end: a flash of lightning that comes to you from somewhere closer than the sky”.

That’s a good description of the book. It is heady, bright and difficult to pin down. It is also redemptive. The Irish word for hope, we are told, is dòchas or dòigh, which holds, within its roots, glimmers of “dóighiúil”, the word for giving. Ní Dochartaigh takes that hope and gives it to us all.

Thin Places by Kerri Ní Dochartaigh is out now (Canongate £14.99)