Help Me to a Getaway - A Memoir

By: Knute Skinner

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In 1958, Knute Skinner, a Ph.D. candidate at Iowa University, made an impulsive decision to leave for the Canary Islands and spend the rest of his life there writing poetry. His travels took him to Ireland, Denmark, England, Spain, Italy, and France. Along the way, his adventures involved diverting men and romantic women, and all the time he was experimenting with his art. Help Me to a Getaway, a memoir of ...

ISBN	978-1-907056-29-1
Pub Date	Sunday, February 14, 2010
Cover Image	Killaspuglonane by Sara Foust
Page Count	248
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In 1958, Knute Skinner, a Ph.D. candidate at Iowa University, made an impulsive decision to leave for the Canary Islands and spend the rest of his life there writing poetry. His travels took him to Ireland, Denmark, England, Spain, Italy, and France. Along the way, his adventures involved diverting men and romantic women, and all the time he was experimenting with his art. Help Me to a Getaway, a memoir of his two-year sojourn, describes a Europe that no longer exists and tells a story which was not at all what the author expected.

Knute Skinner

KNUTE SKINNER, born in St. Louis, Missouri, has had a home in County Clare since 1963. He is the author of eight chapbooks and thirteen books of poetry. Salmon has published ten of his poetry books as well as a memoir. The latest of his previous books from Salmon is An Upside Down World (2019). He recently celebrated his 93rd birthday.

Review: Paddy Kehoe for the RTE Guide, June 2010

Rating: *****

Plot:
Young writer Knute Skinner leaves the USA in 1958, diverted en route to his Canary Islands destination by a delightful stay in County Clare, followed by further European diversions.

Verdict:
The people Skinner stays with or meets around Liscannor are so easy-going and charming that it all seems too good to be true - what nastiness has been excised, you cynically ask? But Skinner, a keen-eyed poet, isn't one for rosy-tinted blarney and you instinctively feel that the bonhomie he relays is genuine. The book restores one's faith in late Fifties Ireland, somewhat besmirched by misery lit. You feel too that if the genial author picked his way carefully as a newcomer today, fifty years on, he would, with his fine manners, attract similar instances of hospitality, even amidst the post-Tiger detritus. As it happens, Skinner would spend much of the rest of his life in Clare, from 1964 onwards. This beautiful, warm-hearted book details betrothals and marriages and children, visits to Copenhagen, Spain and Paris and indeed to his eventual Canary Islands.