An Irishman who is wrong about Ireland (and who, moreover, is essentially a traitor) is not likely to be right about anything else either. In the case of the late Conor Cruise O'Brien that is more or less the way things worked out. I probably don't disagree violently with everything he ever said, but I can't think of anything he ever said with which I actually do agree. In other words, I recommend leaving his books alone. Not only do I regret wasting my time reading this book, I actually regret that I picked it up out of the gutter, which I now realise was a perfectly appropriate place for it...
I’ve read the chapter entitled ‘Bobby Sands,’ which one could reasonably assume might be about Bobby Sands; one would be wrong. The chapter starts off as a rebuke of a hagiographical biography of Sands, but is largely a critique on the history of Irish republicanism, from O’Brien’s narrow, southern viewpoint.
I remain unimpressed by O’Brien as a writer or a thinker; one might as well sit at home and read the Beano.
‘A terrorist is a man with a small gun; a statesman is a man with a large gun’ - Brendan Behan