In her second collection, Afric McGlinchey dives into a ‘river of familiars’, inspired by the Parisian urban myth of a black cat and its apothecary owner. Borders between fantasy and the real world blur as characters and relationships are evoked in lyrics that veer from natural to political to perceptual disturbances, from the ghostly to the hallucinatory. Some characters are frozen in inaction, while others overcome seemingly impossible odds. Across a time-space continuum, what unifies the collection is the power of the imagination and will, to transcend our circumstances, to answer the haunting imperatives of the heart.
Ghost of the Fisher Cat has been nominated for the Forward Best Collection prize.
It’s a heck of a book…I kept thinking of Les Murray…There was an overall feeling of stepping into a physically alive bazaar – the exotic richness and sophistication but always something humane...many standout poems of such substance and ambition – and sheer accomplishment.
– Jim Maguire (The Music Field)
Afric’s début collection explore her African memories and traces the nomadic path of her upbringing. A number of the poems consider relationships where, behind love and passion, there lurks a pursuing shadow of doubt. These are the narratives of an outsider, where symbolic imagery hides as much as it reveals.
This collection has been translated into Italian by Lorenzo Mari and published by L’Arcolaio.
‘You’ll want to eat her words like figs.’ Susan Millar du Mars in Skylight 47
‘An acute and affecting music.’ Paul Perry
‘Afric McGlinchey belongs to an endangered species: she sees the world through the eyes of her soul.’
Paul Durcan (judge of Hennessy Poetry Award)
‘McGlinchey's strength lies in her ability to record the noisome flux of the world.’ Dave Lordan in Southword.
‘An exciting poet with the true nature of a nomad.’ Emmanuel Sigauke in Munyori Literary Journal.
‘Afric McGlinchey’s poems….work a plethora of intriguing images into beguiling narratives and have something of John Ashbery about them.’ Ryan Rushton in The Skinny Mag
‘Her poem(s) gave me a jump in the feet.’ Dermot Healy.’ Dermot Healy (judge of Westport and Dromineer competitions)