Dublin Review 62

What happens when a guy who pays no attention to Irish party politics – who had never heard of P.J. Mara until his death earlier this year – attends the party conferences? Kevin Breathnach found out, and his dispatch from the ardfheiseanna is a hilarious and worrying portrait of the disconnect between the foot soldiers of the parties and the rest of us. Also in the spring Dublin ReviewAileen Armstrong writes about spending New Year’s Eve in Crumlin children’s hospital with her ailing infant; Rob Doyle, finding himself at a low ebb in Paris, lights out for the Costa Brava town where Roberto Bolaño lived; Nicola White explores St Peter’s seminary and other ruins of modernism and faith; Brian Dillon writes about the uses of error and imprecision in the work of a great Victorian photographer, Julia Margaret Cameron; plus our annual spring treat: Ian Sansom’s diary.