I´ve just begun to read a new book: "Ireland, a novel". It´s about an old man, a storyteller -the last of his breed-, that survives transmiting the non-writing history of Ireland. Although I´ve only read the first chapter, it seems really interesting. I hope it does fulfill the expectations.
"We merge our myths with our facts according to our feelings, we tell ourselves our own story. And no matter what we are told, we choose what we believe. All "truths" are only our truths, because we bring to the "facts" our feelings, our experiences, our wishes. Thus, storytelling -from wherever it comes- forms a layer in the foundation of the world; and glinting in it we see the trace elements of every tribe on earth."
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