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.

Dublin Review of Books

DESTRUCTION AND RENEWAL

Semper Invicta

Marcel Krueger 0
Warsaw, doomed to disappear, became an invincible city, and the history of Poland is proudly cemented into its cityscape today. Even under communism, this reconstructed city of Russian merchants and royal pomp provided many people with a new start, including those formerly excluded from participation in urban life. Besides this shaping of social identity, it created new standards of reconstruction and preservation.

ORAL HISTORY

Written on Water

Luke Warde 0
Raphael Samuel and EP Thompson sought to resurrect the lives of the marginalised, in Thompson’s case the weavers and artisans, in Samuel’s itinerant labourers, gypsies, rough sleepers and travelling showmen. But such a neo-Romantic, even populist, approach was to clash with the more ‘scientific’ preoccupations of Marxist intellectuals like Perry Anderson, who was to engage in a bruising polemic with Thompson.

ANCIENT HISTORY

Power and the Polis

The denial of autonomy to women in the Greek city was related to their absence from the field of war. In poetry some men dreamed of a world where they could bear their own children. As they could not, women were expected to have male offspring, who would grow up to fight and debate in the polis. But Euripides’s Medea said, ‘I would rather stand behind a shield in three battles than give birth to a single child.'

CRIME

We Done It

We Solve Murders, by Richard Osman, Viking, 464 pp, £22, ISBN: 978-0241608364 Want a cosy mystery that takes place partly in Dublin, Cork, and RTÉ’s studios? We Solve Murders fits the bill. How about a cosy mystery with a grand, idiosyncratic detective champion? That’s not We Solve Murders. Marple. Maigret. Marlowe. Holmes. Poirot. Montalbano. Gamache. Dupin. Dalgliesh. V.I. Warshawski. Kogoro Akechi. Karen Pirie. Glory Broussard. Martin Beck. Agatha Raisin. Do famous detectives solve mysteries on their own? Let’s apply the question Bertolt Brecht dares to ask in his poem ‘A Worker’s View of History’: ‘In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished / Where did the masons go?’ In the evening, when the mystery has been solved, where did all the people who helped the great detectives go? Their names don’t live on in the same way as the celebrisleuths. A parallel lesson awaits readers late on in Benjamin Stevenson’s Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone: ‘It’s all well and good for the heroes to play cops and robbers in novels and on TV, but in real life it’s the side characters who take the blows, who bear the pain, so someone else can raise their arms aloft in victory.’ The mystery genre overflows not so much with stories of a collective enterprise, but with the seemingly solitary efforts of Übermenschen, quirky brainboxes whose transgressions evaporate in an atmosphere of perpetual forgiveness. That forgiveness is based on the diegetic audience’s and the reading audience’s faith in the detective’s aim to steady a wobbly world, to undo the spreading miasma of scepticism inherent in the lead-up to the disclosure of the murderer, a period when even one’s bed partner seems a reasonable...
The traditional English murder mystery was set in an idealised pre-war society where vicars came to tea and jolly girls played tennis and the class hierarchy was firmly in place. The murder was solved by an all-seeing genius who laid everything on the line in the final dramatic scene. But there is another model, in which crimes are solved collectively for the common good.

SOLIDARITY

Helping Spain

‘But to me our real shame lies in our silence regarding Fascism. We must be anti Fascist or all our history is a lie.’ Thus wrote poet Ewart Milne to Muriel MacSwiney on May 19th, 1942, at a stage in World War Two when it was by no means certain that the forces of fascism would be defeated. Milne had acted as a medical courier during the Spanish Civil War, the prelude, or as some regarded it, the rehearsal for World War Two. He also wrote some of his best poetry as a result of this first-hand visceral experience, driving medical supply lorries across the conflict zone. Milne and young poet Charles Donnelly were just two of the volunteers from across the globe drawn to the conflict, whether it was to the International Brigades, or as doctors or nurses, or to bear witness – as did journalists, photographers and documentary film-makers. Indeed it is now remembered, not entirely accurately, as a war, in its seeming stark struggle between fascism and communism that writers, poets, photographers and artists were galvanised by. Of course it was much more complex than that. But the fact that Irish writers – albeit only a handful – took their place in the ranks of an internationalist movement to save Spain from the threat of a Franco dictatorship, is still remarkable. Irish writers, both in physical and imaginative terms, engaged passionately with the cause of Republican Spain at a time when in conservative Catholic Ireland, vehemently in favour of Generalissimo Franco, it was deeply unpopular to do so. There were mass demonstrations in support of the church in Spain and Franco’s rebel forces. The largest of these...
Irish writers engaged passionately with the cause of Republican Spain at a time when conservative Catholic Ireland strongly favoured Franco. There were mass demonstrations in support of the Spanish church and the rebel forces. The largest of these gatherings, organised by a right-wing organisation called the Irish Christian Front, was 60,000-strong.

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BIOGRAPHY

The Political Pen

Orwell – the new life, by DJ Taylor, Constable, 960 pp, £14.99, ISBN: 978-1472132987 Who is Big Brother? A Reader’s Guide to George Orwell, by DJ Taylor, Yale University Press, 224 pp, £18.99, ISBN: 978-0300272987 ‘To read him and write about him is one of the greatest satisfactions I know,’ writes DJ Taylor of George Orwell. The evidence concurs. Orwell – the new life is his second take on the Orwell biography while Who is Big Brother? is his second deep dive into the writings of this ever-compelling author. In addition, several of Taylor’s other books – Bright Young People, The Prose Factory and The Lost Girls – while not directly about Orwell, concern his times, the people he knew and his interests. It all makes for a considerable output, running to several thousand pages and with no sense of short measure, of material being spread too thin, say, or recycled. This new biography, for example, is no mere makeover of its predecessor (George Orwell – the Life, published for the author’s centenary in 2003), more a systematic upgrade, drawing on, among other sources, the recent and pioneering work by Sylvia Topp (Eileen – the making of George Orwell, 2020) and Masha Karp (George Orwell and Russia, 2023) not to mention the ever-fascinating material that Darcy Moore keeps bringing to light (see www.darcymoore.net). I am pleased, however, that Taylor has retained the earlier book’s format, with the narrative periodically interrupted by a reflective mini-essay on a relevant Orwell theme. These include his lifelong thing about faces (‘At fifty, everyone has the face he deserves’), his rodent anxieties, his diaries, and his various insensitivities, notably regarding gay men and Jews. Of the former,...
Orwell’s sense of writerly inadequacy on reading ‘Ulysses’ may have been what pushed him away from the naturalistic novel, at which he was unremarkable, to political writing, where he was, from the start, an assured and distinctive voice who eventually ‘managed to colonise the mental world both of his own age and the ones that followed’.

HORROR

Blame it on the Boogeyman

Kevin Power 0
Feeding the Monster: Why Horror Has a Hold on Us, by Anna Bogutskaya, Faber & Faber, 244 pp American Scary: A History of Horror from Salem to Stephen King and Beyond, by Jeremy Dauber, Algonquin Books, 468 pp The ghost of Jamie Bulger haunted the margins of my childhood, and it returned to haunt my life as a parent, when my son was two and three-quarters: the age at which Jamie Bulger was abducted from the New Strand Shopping Centre in Bootle, Liverpool, by a pair of ten-year-old boys, Robert Thompson and Jon Venables, who led a crying Bulger around the... As the millennials might put it, the world is falling apart and that’s been very hard on me. But I don’t mean to mock. We live in an age of anxiety. Indeed, we’ve been living in such an age since 1789 – those of us, at any rate, who have been lucky enough not to find ourselves on tumbrils or in war zones or killing fields. We have horror to help us think about this anxiety – horror, the genre that tells us we are right to be scared.

FOOTBALL

Don’t Make a Fuss

Munichs, by David Peace, Faber & Faber, 464 pp, £14.99, ISBN: 978-0571381166 The triumphs and tragedies of leading football clubs mean a great deal to many people. But while their fortunes, on and off the pitch, receive blanket media coverage, they rarely feature in literary fiction. One of the few authors who has approached the subject seriously is David Peace, notably in his novels The Damned Utd (2006), which details the turbulent forty-four-day tenure of Brian Clough as manager of Leeds United, and Red or Dead (2013) describing Bill Shankly’s fifteen-year reign at Liverpool. The former prompted a legal action...
David Peace’s novel about the ‘Busby Babes’ is situated in a world sharply different from our own. In 1958 professional footballers received a maximum weekly wage of £20, £5 above the average industrial wage, and were bound by restrictive contracts that effectively made them indentured servants. Young unmarried players lived with their parents or in digs and took the bus to training.