Famine Roads: breaking stones and hearts

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


The last post

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

Of seminars and seminal moments (pompous – moi?)

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?)

‘The Gerald’: a twelfth-century Trump

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

Father of history, father of lies

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

Melmoth the Irishman

‘“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

Revolutionary Remembrance: UCC’s Department of English Commemorates Ireland’s Forgotten Women

Yes, indeed. Thanks to UCC and its wonderful academics for opening up so many important topics this November.

Reiding Women

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…

View original post 1,009 more words