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...MERRION HOTEL, DUBLIN The epitome of relaxed Georgian grandeur with its rococo plasterwork ceilings, antiques and Irish fabrics, the Merrion Dublin (www.merrionhotel.com) has one of the most important collections of Irish art outside a conventional gallery - and it's constantly evolving as proprietor Lochlann Quinn makes fresh purchases. The explosive color and intensity of nudes by Irish Post-Impressionist Roderic O'Connor, a close friend of Gauguin's, contrast strikingly with the simplified shapes and subtle lighting in William Scott's kitchen-implement still lifes. The collection also features powerful observations of Irish rural life by Jack B. Yeats, brother...
...Merrion Palmer lacks a critical quality of the ideal mistress: she is not pretty. What's more, in defiance of the old conventions, she is straightforward and independent. She is not Laura, the wife of Guy Stockdale, who sacrificed her identity to her marriage. Guy leaves Laura for Merrion, a choice that exposes the tenuousness of the bonds that hold his immediate family together. Trollope handles those connections with care, but at times it feels as though she, like every member of Guy's family, has chosen sides--and fallen a little in love with the mistress...
...Underscoring Lynch's fears was an outbreak of anti-British violence in Eire last week. As the country observed a day of mourning on Wednesday for the 13 Derry dead, a mob of Dubliners estimated at as many as 30,000 stormed and burned the British embassy in Merrion Square. Police stood by helplessly as petrol bombs rained down on the 18th century Georgian building, which had been vacated the previous day for fear of attacks. The crowd shouted "Burn, baby, burn!" when the roof caved in, and a placard read ADOLF HITLER IS ALIVE AND LIVING...
...nothing to do with slickness or lack of authenticity. When the group raises the roof in praise of drinking, for example, the lads are working from personal experience: they are lip-smacking veterans of the informal hooleys and singsongs at Paddy O'Donoghue's in Merrion Row, the pub celebrated in J. P. Donleavy's The Ginger...
Joyce was racked by jealousy. He wrote Nora: "At the time when I used to meet you at the corner of Merrion Square and walk with you and feel your hand touch me in the dark and hear your voice (O Nora! I will never hear that music again because I can never believe again) at the time I used to meet you, every second night you kept an appointment with a friend of mine outside the Museum, you went with him along the same streets, down by the canal . . . down to the bank of the Dodder. You stood with...