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 32, April 8th 2013

A Jig in the Poorhouse

A quarter of a century ago it was stated that no serious academic historian takes seriously any more the claim of genocide in relation to Britain’s role in the Famine. It may be time to debate that assertion again.

The Big D

Christopher Hitchens enlists science in the face of death

Neglected Children

The collection of early children’s books bequeathed to Trinity College library by the late Mary Pollard is an invaluable resource but its value to scholars is being diminished by cuts in funding, cuts which indeed affect the entire library sector in the state.

Three Presences

Yeats, Eliot and Pound were the three dominant figures in the remaking of early twentieth century English poetry. Though they managed to maintain friendships, each of them was, to a significant degree, deaf to rhythms other than their own.

A Famine Document

In April 1847 a vessel departed from Charlestown naval yard with eight hundred tons of relief supplies for the people of the city and county of Cork, paid for by the people of Boston and other towns in Massachusetts.