So what’s the deal with Maeve? I first met her (in the literary sense I mean – I never actually met her) in the 70’s, when we lived in Dublin and I read her column and that of Nell McCafferty in The Irish Times. I adored them both. I think that when one reads a columnist regularly, they become more of a real person – someone with whom one actually has a sort of relationship. At least, that’s how I feel about these two.
My mother was always trying to get me to read her favorite books, and usually, I spurned them. However, when she gave me one of Maeve’s novels, I remembered the chummy relationship we had in Dublin. So I read it with an open mind, unlike most of the novels my mother offered, which I would not have read at all – let alone with an open mind. This opened up a new vista in my relationship with my mother. I realized that everything she read was not totally stupid, and a lot was quite good. Later, we shared much reading, and this pleased my mom. So I have Maeve to thank for that too.
I am sure that my luncheon with Maeve, unlike my lunch with Mr. V, would be quite pleasant, and if she thought me stupid, she would be kind about it and would never let on. Just like she did in her novels, she would let me know that it would all be okay.