They remembered the Black and Tans. Twenty years later, they refused to be conscripted into the British army a world away.
Screwball eggheads tear up the Library in ‘Travesties’, Tom Stoppard’s brilliant comedy about Joyce, Lenin and Tzara.
Irish-Australians call ourselves Irish Catholics, which is true culturally but our spiritual formation was not specifically Irish, but continental Catholicism.
Catherine Fitzpatrick, a convict’s wife, conductor of the first choir of an infant colony.
A fake new party in Listowel: Tom Doodle promised the citizens that he would open a factory for shaving the hair off gooseberries
Morgan’s book, The Mannix Era, is richly personal. It is written with considerable charm and an acerbic wit. But to read it in 2019 is to be overwhelmed by its masculinist perspective.
The wireless in our house in Leitrim in 1941 sat on a high shelf, away from little hands, in the kitchen. It had two batteries, one dry and one wet.
On 18th October 1831 Bridget Watson arrived in Hobart on the Mary III with her three surviving children …
Single women seeking work as domestic servants were faced with frequent ‘No Irish Need Apply’ advertisements in newspapers. Yet, most Irish women did find employment, and were successful immigrants.
A new play by Irish-born Meg McNena that will tear at your heart-strings.