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Remembering How We Stood: Bohemian Dublin at the Mid-century

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ISBN: 9781843511427
AuthorRyan, John
Pub Date14/07/2008
BindingPaperback
Pages192
CountryIRL
Dewey820.994183
Quick overview Offering an evocation of the period 1945-55, this book celebrates a city and its personalities - Brendan Behan, Patrick Kavanagh, Myles na gCopaleen (Flann O'Brien), as well as 'Pope' O'Mahony, Gainor Crist the original Ginger Man, and others - a remarkable group who were to revitalize post-war literature in Ireland.
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Edna O'Brien chose John Ryan's memoirs as her "Observer Book of the Year" in 1975, describing it as 'a fine and loving account of literary Dublin in the golden fifties', which 'purrs with life and anecdote'.This classic evocation of the period 1945-55 celebrates a city and its personalities - Brendan Behan, Patrick Kavanagh, Myles na gCopaleen (Flann O'Brien), as well as 'Pope' O'Mahony, Gainor Crist the original Ginger Man, and others - a remarkable group who were to revitalize post-war literature in Ireland.As friend, publisher and fellow artist, Ryan paints a vivid picture of this ebullient, fertile milieu: 'No more singular body of characters will ever rub shoulders again at any given time, or a city more uniquely bizarre than literary Dublin will ever be seen.'

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Edna O'Brien chose John Ryan's memoirs as her "Observer Book of the Year" in 1975, describing it as 'a fine and loving account of literary Dublin in the golden fifties', which 'purrs with life and anecdote'.This classic evocation of the period 1945-55 celebrates a city and its personalities - Brendan Behan, Patrick Kavanagh, Myles na gCopaleen (Flann O'Brien), as well as 'Pope' O'Mahony, Gainor Crist the original Ginger Man, and others - a remarkable group who were to revitalize post-war literature in Ireland.As friend, publisher and fellow artist, Ryan paints a vivid picture of this ebullient, fertile milieu: 'No more singular body of characters will ever rub shoulders again at any given time, or a city more uniquely bizarre than literary Dublin will ever be seen.'