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John Walsh
Harpercollins Pub Ltd; First Thus edition (October 31, 2000)
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Praise for The City of Falling Angels by John Berendt. As refreshing as a chilly Bellini on a humid afternoon, The City of Falling Angels captures Venice’s inhabitants and intrigues through a series of sharp, well-defined sketches and explores the amusing stink of its bureaucratic corruption, high society skirmishes and daring artistic feats. Berendt immerses us deeply in the city’s culture and we emerge sputtering and thrilled.

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In book: The Literature of the Irish in Britain, p. 70-273. Cite this publication.

Published 1999 by HarperCollins in London. There's no description for this book yet. Battersea (London, England), England, Galway, Galway (Ireland, Galway (Ireland : County), Great Britain, Ireland, London.

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Fallen Angels also awakens your awareness. The reader clearly begins to see that we all have choice. We have the choice to be the same as everyone; to live in mediocrity; to be swallowed by the "war" of mediocrity and do what this reality says we should do, and to never acknowledge our difference. William Walsh, amazing author of our time! Thank you Mr. Walsh for writing this amazing book, and taking your readers to a place where they begin to acknowledge what they have always known: infinite being, infinite power, unstoppable force. Thank you for inspiring me, and thank you for changing my life!

Taking the fire that destroyed the Fenice theatre in 1996 as his starting point, John Berendt creates a unique and unforgettable portrait of Venice and its extraordinary inhabitants

Taking the fire that destroyed the Fenice theatre in 1996 as his starting point, John Berendt creates a unique and unforgettable portrait of Venice and its extraordinary inhabitants. Beneath the exquisite facade of the world's most beautiful historic city, scandal, corruption and venality are rampant, and John Berendt is a master at seeking them out. Ezra Pound and his mistress, Olga; poet Mario Stefani; the Rat Man of Treviso; or Mario Moro - self-styled carabiniere, fireman, soldier or airman, depending on the day of the week.

An exuberant Angela's Ashes meets When Did You Last See Your Father?; an intoxicating memoir of Ireland and being Irish (and Anglo-Irish as well) from one of literature's most flamboyant characters. John Walsh is one of literature's party animals and ever-present commentators, and he writes with terrific wit and panache. The Falling Angels is a book about being Irish and about the way the Irish see the English and vice versa; and how it feels to fall in between. It opens with the death of Walsh's mother, 'the Widow of Oranmore', as he learns the Irish Way of Death: 'the rosaries and mass cards and lilies and amaryllises, the curious mixture of innocence and guile with which distant in-laws from Kerry and Dublin would coo and sigh and claim close friendship and act at being saints, the increasingly direct conversations that the neighbours (and I) had with Mother about death and what she could expect in Heaven. Above all, there was my mother's own struggle with her growing doubts about God and the afterlife -- she who had once been the Pope's representative in Battersea.' Every sentence Walsh writes is witty, outrageous, illuminating and compelling; he explores the Irish identity in a warm, personal and confessional book that takes in issues of race, of place, of language, of song, of love, of religion and, crucially, the changing nature of Ireland as it wriggles out of the dwindling influence of the church towards a new sense of itself; and in England, Irish culture has a fashionable ascendency (Angela's Ashes, Father Ted) as indeed it always has had. Stuffed like a barmbrack (fruitcake to you English) with quotations from Heaney, MacNeice, the Pogues and Paul Muldoon, it will be intensely personal, lively rather than gloomy, full of literary and historical relish, and a completely glorious read.