Remembering Peasants

“A dozen pages in I realized that I had been waiting for much of my life to read this extraordinary book. Anyone who has ever tried to unravel the intertwined skeins of ancestry, sociology, music, geography and history will gape at Joyce’s skill. On almost every page the reader gets a jolt, a palpable sensation of immersion in the disappeared world of peasantry. A central part of the book is Joyce’s own family’s peasant past. I too, like many people, am only two generations and one language away from these ancestors. Because the time of the peasants is still palpable there are clues and messages here for every fortunate reader who picks up this book.” —Annie Proulx

Nominated for the Cundill History Prize

“A first-class work combining social history and ethnohistory with an unerring sense for a good story.” —Kirkus (starred review)

“An insightful and evocative homage to the peasant way of life… Readers will be enthralled.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review) 
 
“[Joyce] rages against the amnesia hardwired into today's 'all consuming' present... A loving and unconventional work of genealogy, and a melancholic elegy for bygone ways of being.” —Booklist
 

“[A] moving and sensitive rumination... Joyce shows how the supreme value of the peasant is generational survival: The great task is to hand on to the child the land the peasant has inherited, making one’s own existence a kind of interlude between past and future. His beautifully written book is equally in-between, haunted by the ghosts of the dead but also full of the warmth of human sympathy.” —The New York Times Book Review

"In this moving elegy to a lost way of life, Joyce unearths records that recount his own family’s rural Irish roots,...[a]feat of storytelling." —The New York Times 

“In this elegiac history, Joyce presents a painstaking account of a way of life to which, until recently, the vast majority of humanity was bound... The relative absence of peasants from the historical record, and the blinding speed with which they seem to have disappeared, prompt a moving final essay on the urgency of preserving our collective past.” —The New Yorker

“Books such as Remembering Peasants are landmarks and waymarkers…This is important, vital writing and study. The level of craftsmanship in the book is evident, but so too is its heart and soul. Reading it, I was changed and charged... Joyce is essential reading for anyone who cares about our shared past. A profound book.” —The Irish Times

“Remembering Peasants is a work of salvage and salvation, a great rescuing of Europe’s earth-toilers from historical neglect and erasure…a heart-writ valediction …Joyce is a propitious name for a writer of Irish heritage, but the author is more Heaney than Dubliners; his prose is peat-rich, dense with feeling as well as fact.” —The Times

“Joyce takes us to some of the places Europeans have established to remember peasants …But the most poignant of all are journeys to his ancestral home in Ireland’s far west… As its title indicates, Joyce’s lament is also a call to remember. Well written, expansive and often deeply moving, this is a fitting monument to Europe’s peasants.” —The Financial Times

“…A devotional act…Joyce writes with a split consciousness, like a man recounting his dreams.” —Literary Review

“A first-class work combining social history and ethnohistory with an unerring sense for a good story.” —Kirkus (starred review)

“An insightful and evocative homage to the peasant way of life… Readers will be enthralled.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

 

“[Joyce] rages against the amnesia hardwired into today's 'all consuming' present... A loving and unconventional work of genealogy, and a melancholic elegy for bygone ways of being.” —Booklist

Praise for Patrick Joyce and Going to My Father’s House:

Observer Book of the Year 2021
“An immensely readable, thoroughly enjoyable book... Hegel would have admired the way Joyce lets a sharply individualised life distil a whole socal history.”
—Terry Eagleton, author of Why Marx was Right

“A haunting meditation on Ireland and England, war and migration, Derry and Manchester. I admired the originality of his observations and his tone of melancholy, calm wisdom.”
—Colm Tóibín, (Books of the Year 2021), Guardian

“This is a rare kind of writing, a form of meditation on the societies that are forming and melting around us in the present. Only a voice such as this can alert us to these historical worlds.”
—Seamus Deane

“I can't think of another historian around who could write something so suggestive and profound, so much on both a minor and major scale, constantly tracing the connections between the two.” —Paul Ginsborg

“Merges personal stories with large political moments. Joyce's family came to England from Mayo and Wexford. His account of his life in London, of the legacy of war and of his experiences in Ireland is written with wisdom and grace.”
—Colm Tóibín, (Authors' and Critics' 2021 Favourites), Irish Times
 

“A dozen pages in I realized that I had been waiting for much of my life to read this extraordinary book. Anyone who has ever tried to unravel the intertwined skeins of ancestry, sociology, music, geography and history will gape at Joyce’s skill. On almost every page the reader gets a jolt, a palpable sensation of immersion in the disappeared world of peasantry. A central part of the book is Joyce’s own family’s peasant past. I too, like many people, am only two generations and one language away from these ancestors. Because the time of the peasants is still palpable there are clues and messages here for every fortunate reader who picks up this book.” —Annie Proulx

“[A] moving and sensitive rumination... Joyce shows how the supreme value of the peasant is generational survival: The great task is to hand on to the child the land the peasant has inherited, making one’s own existence a kind of interlude between past and future. His beautifully written book is equally in-between, haunted by the ghosts of the dead but also full of the warmth of human sympathy.” —The New York Times Book Review

“In this elegiac history, Joyce presents a painstaking account of a way of life to which, until recently, the vast majority of humanity was bound... The relative absence of peasants from the historical record, and the blinding speed with which they seem to have disappeared, prompt a moving final essay on the urgency of preserving our collective past.” —The New Yorker

“Books such as Remembering Peasants are landmarks and waymarkers…This is important, vital writing and study. The level of craftsmanship in the book is evident, but so too is its heart and soul. Reading it, I was changed and charged... Joyce is essential reading for anyone who cares about our shared past. A profound book.” —The Irish Times

“Remembering Peasants is a work of salvage and salvation, a great rescuing of Europe’s earth-toilers from historical neglect and erasure…a heart-writ valediction …Joyce is a propitious name for a writer of Irish heritage, but the author is more Heaney than Dubliners; his prose is peat-rich, dense with feeling as well as fact.” —The Times

“Joyce takes us to some of the places Europeans have established to remember peasants …But the most poignant of all are journeys to his ancestral home in Ireland’s far west… As its title indicates, Joyce’s lament is also a call to remember. Well written, expansive and often deeply moving, this is a fitting monument to Europe’s peasants.” —The Financial Times

“…A devotional act…Joyce writes with a split consciousness, like a man recounting his dreams.” —Literary Review

“A first-class work combining social history and ethnohistory with an unerring sense for a good story.” —Kirkus (starred review)

“An insightful and evocative homage to the peasant way of life… Readers will be enthralled.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

 

“[Joyce] rages against the amnesia hardwired into today's 'all consuming' present... A loving and unconventional work of genealogy, and a melancholic elegy for bygone ways of being.” —Booklist

Praise for Patrick Joyce and Going to My Father’s House:

Observer Book of the Year 2021
“An immensely readable, thoroughly enjoyable book... Hegel would have admired the way Joyce lets a sharply individualised life distil a whole socal history.”
—Terry Eagleton, author of Why Marx was Right

“A haunting meditation on Ireland and England, war and migration, Derry and Manchester. I admired the originality of his observations and his tone of melancholy, calm wisdom.”
—Colm Tóibín, (Books of the Year 2021), Guardian

“This is a rare kind of writing, a form of meditation on the societies that are forming and melting around us in the present. Only a voice such as this can alert us to these historical worlds.”
—Seamus Deane

“I can't think of another historian around who could write something so suggestive and profound, so much on both a minor and major scale, constantly tracing the connections between the two.” —Paul Ginsborg

“Merges personal stories with large political moments. Joyce's family came to England from Mayo and Wexford. His account of his life in London, of the legacy of war and of his experiences in Ireland is written with wisdom and grace.”
—Colm Tóibín, (Authors' and Critics' 2021 Favourites), Irish Times
 

“A dozen pages in I realized that I had been waiting for much of my life to read this extraordinary book. Anyone who has ever tried to unravel the intertwined skeins of ancestry, sociology, music, geography and history will gape at Joyce’s skill. On almost every page the reader gets a jolt, a palpable sensation of immersion in the disappeared world of peasantry. A central part of the book is Joyce’s own family’s peasant past. I too, like many people, am only two generations and one language away from these ancestors. Because the time of the peasants is still palpable there are clues and messages here for every fortunate reader who picks up this book.” —Annie Proulx

“[A] moving and sensitive rumination... Joyce shows how the supreme value of the peasant is generational survival: The great task is to hand on to the child the land the peasant has inherited, making one’s own existence a kind of interlude between past and future. His beautifully written book is equally in-between, haunted by the ghosts of the dead but also full of the warmth of human sympathy.” —The New York Times Book Review

“In this elegiac history, Joyce presents a painstaking account of a way of life to which, until recently, the vast majority of humanity was bound... The relative absence of peasants from the historical record, and the blinding speed with which they seem to have disappeared, prompt a moving final essay on the urgency of preserving our collective past.” —The New Yorker

“Books such as Remembering Peasants are landmarks and waymarkers…This is important, vital writing and study. The level of craftsmanship in the book is evident, but so too is its heart and soul. Reading it, I was changed and charged... Joyce is essential reading for anyone who cares about our shared past. A profound book.” —The Irish Times

“Remembering Peasants is a work of salvage and salvation, a great rescuing of Europe’s earth-toilers from historical neglect and erasure…a heart-writ valediction …Joyce is a propitious name for a writer of Irish heritage, but the author is more Heaney than Dubliners; his prose is peat-rich, dense with feeling as well as fact.” —The Times

“Joyce takes us to some of the places Europeans have established to remember peasants …But the most poignant of all are journeys to his ancestral home in Ireland’s far west… As its title indicates, Joyce’s lament is also a call to remember. Well written, expansive and often deeply moving, this is a fitting monument to Europe’s peasants.” —The Financial Times

“…A devotional act…Joyce writes with a split consciousness, like a man recounting his dreams.” —Literary Review

“A first-class work combining social history and ethnohistory with an unerring sense for a good story.” —Kirkus (starred review)

“An insightful and evocative homage to the peasant way of life… Readers will be enthralled.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

 

“[Joyce] rages against the amnesia hardwired into today's 'all consuming' present... A loving and unconventional work of genealogy, and a melancholic elegy for bygone ways of being.” —Booklist

Praise for Patrick Joyce and Going to My Father’s House:

Observer Book of the Year 2021
“An immensely readable, thoroughly enjoyable book... Hegel would have admired the way Joyce lets a sharply individualised life distil a whole socal history.”
—Terry Eagleton, author of Why Marx was Right

“A haunting meditation on Ireland and England, war and migration, Derry and Manchester. I admired the originality of his observations and his tone of melancholy, calm wisdom.”
—Colm Tóibín, (Books of the Year 2021), Guardian

“This is a rare kind of writing, a form of meditation on the societies that are forming and melting around us in the present. Only a voice such as this can alert us to these historical worlds.”
—Seamus Deane

“I can't think of another historian around who could write something so suggestive and profound, so much on both a minor and major scale, constantly tracing the connections between the two.” —Paul Ginsborg

“Merges personal stories with large political moments. Joyce's family came to England from Mayo and Wexford. His account of his life in London, of the legacy of war and of his experiences in Ireland is written with wisdom and grace.”
—Colm Tóibín, (Authors' and Critics' 2021 Favourites), Irish Times
 

“A dozen pages in I realized that I had been waiting for much of my life to read this extraordinary book. Anyone who has ever tried to unravel the intertwined skeins of ancestry, sociology, music, geography and history will gape at Joyce’s skill. On almost every page the reader gets a jolt, a palpable sensation of immersion in the disappeared world of peasantry. A central part of the book is Joyce’s own family’s peasant past. I too, like many people, am only two generations and one language away from these ancestors. Because the time of the peasants is still palpable there are clues and messages here for every fortunate reader who picks up this book.” —Annie Proulx

“[A] moving and sensitive rumination... Joyce shows how the supreme value of the peasant is generational survival: The great task is to hand on to the child the land the peasant has inherited, making one’s own existence a kind of interlude between past and future. His beautifully written book is equally in-between, haunted by the ghosts of the dead but also full of the warmth of human sympathy.” —The New York Times Book Review

“In this elegiac history, Joyce presents a painstaking account of a way of life to which, until recently, the vast majority of humanity was bound... The relative absence of peasants from the historical record, and the blinding speed with which they seem to have disappeared, prompt a moving final essay on the urgency of preserving our collective past.” —The New Yorker

“Books such as Remembering Peasants are landmarks and waymarkers…This is important, vital writing and study. The level of craftsmanship in the book is evident, but so too is its heart and soul. Reading it, I was changed and charged... Joyce is essential reading for anyone who cares about our shared past. A profound book.” —The Irish Times

“Remembering Peasants is a work of salvage and salvation, a great rescuing of Europe’s earth-toilers from historical neglect and erasure…a heart-writ valediction …Joyce is a propitious name for a writer of Irish heritage, but the author is more Heaney than Dubliners; his prose is peat-rich, dense with feeling as well as fact.” —The Times

“Joyce takes us to some of the places Europeans have established to remember peasants …But the most poignant of all are journeys to his ancestral home in Ireland’s far west… As its title indicates, Joyce’s lament is also a call to remember. Well written, expansive and often deeply moving, this is a fitting monument to Europe’s peasants.” —The Financial Times

“…A devotional act…Joyce writes with a split consciousness, like a man recounting his dreams.” —Literary Review

“A first-class work combining social history and ethnohistory with an unerring sense for a good story.” —Kirkus (starred review)

“An insightful and evocative homage to the peasant way of life… Readers will be enthralled.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

 

“[Joyce] rages against the amnesia hardwired into today's 'all consuming' present... A loving and unconventional work of genealogy, and a melancholic elegy for bygone ways of being.” —Booklist

Praise for Patrick Joyce and Going to My Father’s House:

Observer Book of the Year 2021
“An immensely readable, thoroughly enjoyable book... Hegel would have admired the way Joyce lets a sharply individualised life distil a whole socal history.”
—Terry Eagleton, author of Why Marx was Right

“A haunting meditation on Ireland and England, war and migration, Derry and Manchester. I admired the originality of his observations and his tone of melancholy, calm wisdom.”
—Colm Tóibín, (Books of the Year 2021), Guardian

“This is a rare kind of writing, a form of meditation on the societies that are forming and melting around us in the present. Only a voice such as this can alert us to these historical worlds.”
—Seamus Deane

“I can't think of another historian around who could write something so suggestive and profound, so much on both a minor and major scale, constantly tracing the connections between the two.” —Paul Ginsborg

“Merges personal stories with large political moments. Joyce's family came to England from Mayo and Wexford. His account of his life in London, of the legacy of war and of his experiences in Ireland is written with wisdom and grace.”
—Colm Tóibín, (Authors' and Critics' 2021 Favourites), Irish Times