St. Patrick’s Day is a good occasion for my first set of contributions to Cathy’s Reading Ireland Month. Today I have two 2025 debut novels by women, one about the ripples caused by a sexual assault; the other about grief, queerness and unease with the Catholic Church. Both come with a Women’s Prize seal of approval. As I write, I happen to be listening to the new Foy Vance album I picked up today, which has inspired me to choose a few relevant (Northern) Irish songs to accompany each book.

The Benefactors by Wendy Erskine

I loved Erskine’s short story collection Dance Move so was looking forward to this before it appeared on the Women’s Prize longlist. We’re introduced to three middle-aged Belfast women whose 18-year-old sons are charged with sexual assault: Frankie Levine, stepmother to Chris; Miriam Abdel Salam, mother of Rami; and Bronagh Farrell, mum of Lyness or “Line-up.” Frankie grew up in care but is now rich beyond her wildest dreams, Miriam was recently widowed by a car accident, and Bronagh heads a children’s services charity. Misty, the classmate who accused the boys of the assault at a party, lives with her stepfather, cab driver Boogie. As rumours spread, the mothers have confabs to prepare a united front. At one level they’re horrified by what their sons were capable of (Rami used a bottle), but on another they’ve decided that it’s just a hullabaloo – Bronagh’s word – that will die down soon.

Slut-shaming of Misty starts early: she has a “Bennyz” amateur porn account and did phone or video chats, very mild stuff, with men all over the world. It’s uncomfortable, though realistic, how money and class steer what happens next. The book’s title comes from the soft-porn site, but in a wider sense invites the question of who funds lifestyles and so who’s really in control. People who have compassion in general can’t find it in this situation. Erskine intersperses short sections from anonymous voices, such as policemen and partygoers, with the narrative. These are well done, and sometimes quite funny, but Erskine’s meta joke – “There can be just too many perspectives” – proves true in that the interludes add little we haven’t already grasped about the direction of the local gossip. Apart from Misty, I felt I’d hardly gotten to know any of the characters by the end. The novel also suffered from being the second novel about the aftermath of a gang rape I’ve read in three months (after Who Killed Bambi? by Monika Fagerholm, translated from Swedish). But I reckon its blend of grit and heart is likely to please readers of Colin Barrett and Lisa McInerney.

Northern Irish songs for Misty:

• “Collect Yourself” by Iain Archer
• “At Least My Heart Was Open” by Foy Vance (beware the F-bomb)

& an Irish one: “The Blower’s Daughter” by Damien Rice

Ordinary Saints by Niamh Ní Mhaoileoin

This was one of my Most Anticipated titles in 2025. It was shortlisted for the Women’s Prize Discoveries Award (for manuscripts in progress) in 2022 and won the PFD Queer Fiction Prize. Jacinta, who prefers to be known as Jay, is in her late twenties, living in London, working in marketing and half-serious about her relationship with her girlfriend, Lindsay. She tries not to think about Ireland, religion, or the past: her mother’s mental health struggles, her extended family’s casual homophobia, and the fact that her older brother, Ferdia, who was a trainee Catholic priest in Rome, died in a freak accident when she was 16. But it all comes back for her when her parents tell her that there is a campaign to have Ferdia canonized. While her mother scurries around making speeches and verifying miracles, Jay seeks the opposite for her brother: to be remembered as a normal, flawed and perhaps closeted human.

It took me ages to read this, despite the undemanding first-person, present-tense narration, because the early London material is so monotonous. Unlike the Erskine (probably because that is her third book), this felt very much like a debut, where a lot of earnest apprentice work has had to go into getting characters from A to B, literally and emotionally. Any time the author wants to advance the plot, she has Jay meet someone in a bar for a conversation. Without fail, there will be drinks involved. This felt to me like a stereotype of the Irish. It’s only really in the last quarter, as Jay has honest conversations with both parents, deals with her grief over Ferdia and accepts how much Lindsay means to her, that the book soars. For me, that was too little too late, even though the themes were irresistible.

A Northern Irish song for Jay:

• “Freewheel” by Duke Special
• and (for Jay and Lindsay) “Crack the Shutters” by Snow Patrol

& an Irish one: “The Trailing Skirts of God” by Bell X1

I loved the premise of both of these novels, but the execution left me slightly disappointed. Still, I wouldn’t discourage you from picking them up if they’ve caught your eye; I know that some blogger friends have liked one or the other much better than I did.

I’ll raise a cheeky glass of Bailey’s tonight to the greatness of Irish literature. Speaking of which, I’ll have another, bigger batch of reviews coming up before the end of the month!