Second paragraph of third chapter:
He turned from the window on hearing a knock at the door. MacFirbis came in. Had the Herr Professor passed a good night, he asked in German; was he well? And the Professor, declining to speak his own language, answered in Irish that he had slept soundly and felt in good health.
I was inspired to seek this out by reading Jack Fennell’s anthology, A Brilliant Void. Originally serialised in Arthur Griffith’s Sinn Féin newspaper before the First World War, and then published by M.H. Gill in 1918, it’s the story of a German professor of the Irish language, who is visiting Dungannon, Co Tyrone, falls and hits his head, and awakens in a parallel universe where the Irish side won the Battle of Kinsale in 1601. Ireland has subsequently developed as a civilised and powerful state, proud of its Gaelic heritage, ruled as a constitutional monarchy by the High King in a rebuilt Tara and with the provinces ruled by junior monarchs.
Our hero has a series of increasingly treacherous adventures, being mistaken for a German spy (including by the German ambassador) and becoming involved with romantic dynastic conspiracy between the different clans of historians, as well as a spot of guerrilla gardening. He also has no idea what has happened to him, and is very confused by the absence of any familiar Irish landmarks constructed after 1601. This is all very amusing and really quite fun.
The geography in the book is somewhat confused – starting from Dungannon, we are told that it’s only 30 miles to Westport in Mayo (in fact it’s more like 150 miles, 240 km) and the route that is taken from Dungannon to Tara and Dublin doesn’t make much sense. Possibly the author decided at a very late stage to make the location of the story Dungannon, the ancient capital of Ulster, rather than Rathcroghan, the ancient capital of Connacht; though even that is 60 miles / 95 km from Westport. It’s odd; as a Mayo woman herself she must have known the geography well.
The first 22 chapters are online here, and I calculate that that takes us roughly 80% of the way through the book. Unfortunately I have not been able to find the last 20% online anywhere, and paper copies of the one and only edition published in 1918 are selling for vast amounts online, so I will have to remain in suspense about the ending until I find it in a decent Irish reference library. Though it’s pretty obvious what is going to happen; there will be a rousing climax and then the protagonist will return to our timeline – the author says as much in the introduction.
McManus died in 1944 (at the age of 91) so A Professor in Erin has long been in the public domain; some enterprising publisher – perhaps even Gill Books, who brought it out in the first place 106 years ago, and are still going strong – could probably profitably revive it.
