Reviews for May you die in Ireland

The average rating for May you die in Ireland based on 2 reviews is 3 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2017-06-26 00:00:00 David Hunt Dr. William Foley, a mild-mannered math professor in Chicago, learns that he has inherited an estate in Ireland, so he decides to take a much-deserved vacation to visit the spot and determine what to do with it. Unknown to him, however, his travel documents contained an almost invisible "micro-dot film" which contains sensitive information concerning military secrets; and, although he knows nothing about that, there are other people who do know, and who can't wait to get their hands on it….This is a 1965 send-up of the spy thriller genre and as such, is pretty funny. Of course, being from 1965 it is quite dated (one major character is introduced as a "girl" and in the next sentence we learn that she is 30 years old!), but nevertheless it's an enjoyable, if slight, read. Mildly recommended.

Review # 2 was written on 2021-02-20 00:00:00 Johnnie Cusack When pudgy, asthmatic math professor William Foley learns he's inherited an Irish castle, his first impulse is to stay in Chicago and have the solicitor sell it. But urged by his best friend Oscar, he sets off for Ireland, not knowing that he's carrying a secret microdot on his travel documents that will find him fighting off spies and exploring hidden depths in himself. Unfortunately, he doesn't hit it off well with the Irish police (gardai) that he encounters, making him reluctant to call them in every time he gets attacked. And the "castle" is just a decrepit, though still beautiful, manor house. On the right side of the ledger, however, is his solicitor's daughter, a lovely nurse who keeps trying to patch William up from his futile fights with the baddies. I've read this book several times, and realized on this reading that a novel is much like a time machine. When it was published in 1965, Foley's attitudes toward women and patriotism would probably have passed without mention. Don't get me wrong--he's not at an extreme--but now one notices, just as one notices someone smoking a pipe on a chartered plane.