I am so at home in Dublin, more than any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me. It took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel - which I quite like too.

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Issue 135, July 2021

Barefoot Kings?

Barefoot Kings?

John Minahane

Sifting the evidence on civilisation in Gaelic Ulster

Boss Cupid

Boss Cupid

John McAuliffe

The warm, human despatches of a gay poet from Reagan’s America

A Vanished Bohemia

A Vanished Bohemia

Gerald Dawe

A compelling memoir of Aidan Higgins and a mode of literary life now gone

Haunted Houses

Haunted Houses

Dawn Miranda Sherratt-Bado

Elizabeth Bowen’s love letters recall her first extramarital affair

Can history save us?

Can history save us?

Eoin O’Brien

The need for global preparedness before the next pandemic arrives

Beyond the Ordinary

Beyond the Ordinary

Dick Edelstein

Can a woman living an ordinary life be a Renaissance Man?

Ulster Will Fight

Ulster Will Fight

Brian M Walker

Inter-communal violence in the early years of Northern Ireland

Reds under the Bed

Reds under the Bed

John Mulqueen

How the secret police bedded in communism in postwar Central Europe

Apple Concentrate

Apple Concentrate

Maura O’Kiely

Weirdness, greatness and everything in between: New Yorkers talk the talk

From Ronald to Donald

From Ronald to Donald

Rory Montgomery

US Republican Party strategy and the irresistible populist temptation

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