For a three times Booker short listed author, Brian Moore is not well known – or remembered – in his homeland of Northern Ireland. His permanent migration to North America may partly explain (generally only indulged for sportspeople and musicians); as may his somewhat conflicted relationship with the old sod. This relationship is largely the subject matter of The Mangan Inheritance in which a writer and aspiring poet from Montreal and latterly New York (sound familiar?), Jamie Mangan, explores himself through investigating his ancestry in the very south west of Ireland.

Part one, set in New York and Quebec, seems artfully designed to set a comparator with the rural Ireland of the balance of the novel. From there, at times, the writer's characterisation of the 1970’s Irish villagers borders on the racist, although it does uncover beautiful little nuggets of truth, even if generalised, and is not without comedy. He is magnificent on that distinctly Irish trait (north or south, Catholic or Protestant) of masking suspicion, cynicism and unpleasant history with jollity and friendliness.

Some of the subtle observations on Ireland – both in character and landscape – are fabulous, and in places the novel has the feel of a thriller or a ghost story as the abhorrent secrets of the Irish Mangans are revealed. Surely a work that could only have been written by an Irishman - Moore deserves to be more widely read in that place. ( )

By strange coincidence this is the second book I've read in the past week that features Fastnet lighthouse off the coast of Ireland. They were equally disappointing. ( )

I was stunned and trapped by reading this book. What really got me is that the main character, James Mangan, has endless issues about himself, and that not in a selfish way, more in a doubting point of view. His identity is blurred and defined by "others" who seems to be certain, until they change their mind in a casual way. Chains of events track then James to follow more muddy and less reliable explanations. The confusing state of mind is well depicted, in a very effective way.
To me this is very effective. ( )

I wish I liked this book better than I did. Brian Moore is an excellent writer and knows how to pace his story and keep the reader intrigued, and for much of the novel I was right there with him as he takes the protagonist, insecure lapsed poet James Mangan, from New York City and the end of his marriage to movie star Beatrice Abbot (which led the doorman to call him "Mr. Abbot") to Montreal, where he grew up, where his father still lives, and where he finds a trove of information about his family history including his possible relationship to noted 19th century Irish poet James Clarence Mangan, and from there to Ireland where he encounters the contemporary Mangans, two families who have little but contempt for each other. As Mangan gets involved in the life of remote Drishane, where everybody knows everybody's business, it becomes clear that there's a lot he doesn't know and that some people don't want him to know it, especially when they meet him and see his face which, as he discovered in Montreal, is practically a double of that shown in an old photo that may be of the poet. The plot, with sidetracks into Mangan's erotic obsession with his 18-year-old distant cousin, then becomes distinctly melodramatic as the main secret is dramatically revealed (and somewhat credulity-stretching it is) and Mangan returns to Montreal where his search for identity comes to a close. I didn't dislike this book; in fact, it was a fun read in some ways, and maybe I just wasn't in the right mood for it.

Good read, although a little steamy and perhaps a little salacious, but the ending was quite satisfying. ( )