A Literature and IT Review The working title of my dissertation is ‘Famine Roads: breaking stones and hearts’. The introduction will pose the question, ‘How did purposeless roads come to built in Ireland in the mid-1840s?’ The question is inspired by the fictional priest in two of George Moore’s short stories from The Untilled Field … Continue reading Famine Roads: breaking stones and hearts
First things first. I started warming up the blogging muscles by creating an ‘About’ page, which I’ve deliberately left unaltered until now, though I’ve looked at it every so often, and noted that the blog and I were moving in a different direction from the one anticipated. This is the original: This blog tracks the … Continue reading The last post
Pecha Kucha was invented as a presentation method for architects. It involves speaking for exactly six minutes and forty seconds to twenty images, each shown for precisely twenty seconds. In other words, it’s an image-driven presentation method. The crucial thing is to match the words precisely to the image, as there are only twenty seconds … Continue reading You pecha kucha – or else!
There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate.. For me, time for revisions, and to notice how a minute has been enough to reverse visions seemingly granted and decisions apparently taken. I have alluded to inspiration … Continue reading Of seminars and seminal moments (pompous – moi?)
Forced to edit Wikipedia: it was something I viewed with trepidation. Like most people, I’m grateful to Wikipedia for existing, and I’ve been happy to contribute cash to help keep it going. But contribute knowledge? A whole scary new idea. Fortunately, as it turns out, I had no choice in the matter. So I had … Continue reading #editwikilit, or, The canary tweets
Giraldus Cambrensis (1146-1223) didn’t know about DNA, so he wouldn’t have used the same terms as ‘the Donald’ to assert his claim to superiority, but there’s little doubt the Medieval self-publicising scholar also believed that he came of a race of winners and took similar delight, not only in identifying, but in creating losers. Matt … Continue reading ‘The Gerald’: a twelfth-century Trump
Perhaps I’m being a bit mean, picking on old Herodotus again, but he was in there in the early days, entertaining his readers with fabulous tales while peppering his accounts with phrases (Macaulay’s translation) like, ‘I went myself as an eye-witness as far as the city of Elephantine’ and ‘the Oracle of Ammon bears witness … Continue reading Father of history, father of lies
In Persuasion, Jane Austen’s Anne Elliot reminds us how we came by the age-old tradition that women are fickle: ‘the pen has been in [men’s] hands’ (1279). In real life, influential academics like Ian Watt convinced us all that the novel was begun by Defoe, Richardson and Fielding. By a simple sleight of hand, he … Continue reading The noble helot
‘“Are we free, then?” “Hush, - one of us is free.”’ (219) Monçada’s narrative, in Melmoth the Wanderer (1820), has taken us through one of those subterranean passages characteristic of Gothic novels. The young Spaniard has come to consciousness after escaping from the convent in which he had been immured by his family, his parents … Continue reading Melmoth the Irishman
Yes, indeed. Thanks to UCC and its wonderful academics for opening up so many important topics this November.
Followers of this academic blog will know that I am very interested in Ireland’s past, specifically in terms of memory and remembrance. I am very interested in what is omitted, especially when those gaps should contain the narratives of women. I am thankful that in the month of November UCC’s English department had several seminars which involved Irish women, memory and commemoration.
I was privileged enough to have been able to attend readings by both Éilís Ní Dhuibhne and Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin in UCC as part of the English department’s Reading Writing series on the 8th of November. Both authors read very emotionally charged work, but Ní Chuilleanáin’s poem “Bessborough” particularly interested me because of her reasoning behind writing it. Many of the experiences that she cited in her reading were not her own; yet I could see that Ní Chuilleanáin has a continued empathy for the marginalised in the Irish…
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