won the Nobel Prize in literature, becoming (astonishingly) the fourth such laureate for the tiny Irelands. A singular writer, he's not very much like Shaw, Yeats, or Beckett who preceded him. But he does share much with them. For him, as for them, contact is all, roots, our bonds to one another in memory, story, history, accident. He, like them, can growl when he wants to, and sing. And like them, his verse is saturated in the music of Irish English.from John Timpane: The Philadelphia Inquirer: In celebration of earthly bonds
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