Word: irishman
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...interview an Irishman who has never touched a drop, owns a castle in the "old country," and dines at the Union Oyster House every...
...perception from the ordeal of playing out his role as the last New Englander, Bronson went to Japan, and was killed in a highspeed train crash. Even more devastating, his works and life fall into the hands of a professor-critic-and intellectual mortician-named Muldoon. A pugnacious Boston Irishman, Muldoon does a reckless reconstruct job on Bronson's Yankee soul-a rambling self-parody of scholarship which forms the loose frame of the novel. Understand Bronson, and you will understand America-"our present and our future." This is mad Muldoon's thesis...
...stripped of his title, he became the self-styled "champion of the people," a martyr to the black cause. Last week, 3½ years after his last professional fight, he was Cassius Clay again -at least in the ring where, shuffling, stabbing and slugging as of old, he pummeled Irishman Jerry Quarry into swift and violent submission...
...territory has been trod before, but with his stylistic gift-a broad sense of satire wedded to an acute political intelligence-Wills makes even his recapitulations entertaining. Wills goes spelunking into Nixon's Whittier prehistory and there finds Frank Nixon, his father, "gloomy and argumentative, black Irishman moving in cloud, with frequent lightnings out of it." His late mother, Wills reports, displayed a "colored photo-portrait of Richard, which was, when one threw the switch, lit electrically from behind like a hamburger king's." There is some truth but also a certain theatrical silliness in Wills' conclusion...
...Irishman raised in India, Lawrence Durrell is a kind of blarney artist in swami's turban. In The Alexandria Quartet, the illusions were so masterly as to seem substance enough. In Tune, Durrell's 1968 novel, and now in its sequel, Nunquam, Durrell's virtuosity has slipped sufficiently to leave him exposed as a bit of a trickster. His hand is no longer quicker than the reader's eye, and many critics have clobbered...