Irish lit scholars, please don’t curse me for this.
Because today is St. Paddy’s day, I thought I’d list — in no particular order and with deepest respect for anyone I’ve left off (and there will be a lot of those) — a few writers I have read and enjoyed who hail from the Emerald Isle:
- Bram Stoker
- Sheridan Le Fanu
- Oscar Wilde*
- Frank McCourt (I shook his hand once! Rest in peace, our old friend!)
- Seamus Heaney
- Iris Murdoch
- Samuel Beckett
- George Bernard Shaw
- James Joyce
- William Butler Yeats
- C. S. Lewis
- Cormac McCarthy (who is as American as they get but who identifies strongly with his Irish roots, and I respect that; also, I’ll take any excuse I can get to put Cormac McCarthy on a list)
Incidentally, I find my list deplorably short of women! Is Iris Murdoch all I can come up with? I had Maria Edgeworth here but then I remembered that while she wrote extensively about the Irish, she was part of the Anglo-Irish gentry herself, and was born in England. Does she count? I’m not sure. Okay, Irish lit scholars, you can weigh in after all — help me out here!
* The quote that is the title of this post? It’s Oscar Wilde. Who else?