A late start for Irish March
It wasn't until this past weekend that I suddenly realized I had forgotten all about my annual Irish March reading. I was so absorbed in my latest Structured Reading series (Richard Wright, James Baldwin, Zora Neale Hurston) that I let half the month slip away without delving into anything by Irish writers. My shelves at home are fairly skimpy in terms of unread Irish works (Eugene O'Neill was of Irish ancestry but American by birth, and Long Day's Journey Into Night is set in Connecticut; Frank McCourt's 'Tis is mostly set in New York City), so unless I find something good at a used book store soon, this year's Irish March will involve William Trevor's early novel The Boarding House, and the lesser-read works of Jonathan Swift (The Tale of a Tub, "A Modest Proposal", etc.) that are included in the edition of Gulliver's Travels that I've owned since high school.