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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The West has no reason whatever to be surprised by Putin’s invasion
Derry’s Bloody Sunday and the long fight for justice and accountability
A personal history of the new Irish feminism of the 1970s
Opinion: The faulty thinking of the boycott and divestment campaign
Lara Marlowe’s memoir of her years with Robert Fisk in love and war
The case for the union, and the case for respecting law and democracy
The moral failings and deep hypocrisy of an unusually able Taoiseach
The rise of private monopolies in the wake of the Thatcher ‘revolution’
The megalomania of the leader of Peru’s genocidal Maoist revolutionaries
Progressivism’s dirty secret: the left intellectuals abolish the poor