reviews
Nov 03, 2011
Anthony Cronin is a famously grumpy old sod. And yet (!), he comes across as the least grumpy person in this role call of curmudgeons, drunks, and literary giants. Brian O'Nolan, Patrick Kavanagh, Brendan Behan stumble in and out of these pages, while the reader marvels at how they ever found time to write anything at all. This is exactly my type of memoir: boozy, urbane, anecdotal, and a little bit bittersweet.
Aug 06, 2011
A vivid, passionate and utterly unsentimental account of the writer's younger years in Dublin that is filled with ridiculous stories and razor-sharp character descriptions. Cronin's prose is a joy and his ability to penetrate through the shrouds of myth is a thing to behold. Highly recommended to all.
Jun 16, 2008
This may just be the Irish studies person in me talking, but I really enjoyed this book. It was really a very fast read, full of stories of the 1950s literary scene in Dublin--a very interesting and, ultimately, unfortunate group of writers. I honestly think even someone who has never heard of any of these writers (Kavanagh, O'Brian, Cronin, Behan, and more) will enjoy Cronin's memoir.
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