VS. Pritchett, master of the short story, is also the most evocative of travel writers. His portrait of Dublin - its past, politics and people, its grand mansions and curious corners - is as beguiling and eloquent as the city itself, as he writes of the Dublin he knew in the 1920s, of visits to Sean O'Casey and Yeats (brandishing a teapot in his rage at Shaw) and of the changing city forty years later, facing the future but still as eccentric and engaging as ever.
Victor Sawdon Pritchett (1900-1997) was born over a toyshop in 1900 and, much to his everlasting distaste, was named after Queen Victoria. A writer and critic, his is widely reputed to be one of the best short story writers of all time, with the rare ability to capture the extraordinary strangeness of everyday life. He died in 1997.
I found that a knowledge of (modern) Irish history and culture would be a help in appreciating this work. Narration was excellent!
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The reading was fine; Gerard Doyle is an excellent narrator.
The book itself was a product of typical semi-conscious (?) anti-Irish prejudice by an English writer who despised every aspect of the Irish that wasn't English and attributed to Englishness every element of the people, the town, and the country that he found agreeable.
Don't bother with this one unless you share Pritchett's bigotry; and if you do, why would you bother yourself about Dublin at all?
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