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Issue 141, February 2022

The Mystery of Moll

The Mystery of Moll

Geoff Ward

Linguistic paradoxes and the evasion of identity in ‘Moll Flanders’

It’s Not All Bad

It’s Not All Bad

John Fanning

Term report: wealth, good; population, v. good; equality, could do better

The Night Walker

The Night Walker

Patricia Craig

As the lamps come on, thoughts of a connoisseur of the crepuscular

Getting Even

Getting Even

Clare O’Dea

A personal history of the new Irish feminism of the 1970s

An Teanga on Tour

An Teanga on Tour

Philip O’Leary

Gaelic Ireland’s many encounters with continental European culture

A German Requiem

A German Requiem

Peter Brooke

Fashion model, rocker, poet, addict: the strange life of the singer Nico

Getting Known

Getting Known

Gerald Dawe

A memoir of Patrick Kavanagh, the reflections of Thomas McCarthy

The Banana Bunch

The Banana Bunch

Maurice Walsh

Vargas Llosa’s study of the overthrow of democracy and reform in Guatemala

At last to Ithaca

At last to Ithaca

Harry Clifton

Derek Mahon: a poetic style balanced between levity and profundity

Preaching Poppycock

Preaching Poppycock

William Wall

Yeats’s authoritarianism: the Rapallo circle and Italian fascism

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