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13 of 15 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Wherever There's Green(backs) To Be Made, April 26, 2002
Tim Pat Coogan is one of the most widely read living Irish historians. His books on the IRA and the Troubles are standards, and his critical biography of de Valera has probably forever changed the way Ireland's largest-looming political figure will be seen. Unfortunately, "Wherever Green Is Worn" does not match Coogan's best work. It is sprawling and lacks focus, and this cannot entirely be his fault; despite the book's merits, I can't help but feel that it is ultimately just another rushed attempt by his publishers to cash in on the popularity of Irish culture.The chief and indisputable strength of "Wherever Green Is Worn" is its ground-breaking sweep. Nobody has attempted this universal an examination of the Irish diaspora, and this becomes both an unassailable strength of Coogan's work and a dangerous pitfall, as I'll explain later. Suffice it to say, for now, that this book is a useful first word on the topic and will hopefully provoke more thorough and concentrated historiographies to fill in gaps and tell the story with more critical focus. And now, to pickier stuff, because it's crucially symptomatic of the overall way in which Coogan's newest contribution has suffered from the inattentiveness of his publishers at St. Martin's, who really owed their author a better editor than he got. 1) First, there are numerous typos and grammatical errors in the book, with the greatest concentration in the initial pages. 2) Slightly more embarrassing is the misspelling of gratuitous foreign phrases, like the italicized French "trahison des clercs," which Coogan spells two different ways in the course of the book; if you have to throw high-falutin' French phrases around, you really want to get them right. 3) Then, there are errors in the Irish (and I find this more troubling because, as a language working to reassert itself, Irish does not need to be misused in major publications like this one) when in an endnote Coogan inexplicably renders the Irish for "kiss my arse" ("póg mo thóin") as "pogue mo tuin." (I pointed this out in amazement to a friend from Co. Kildare, and his response was, "Of course Coogan doesn't know Irish, he's a Dub!") 4) The discursive tangents are another thing a good editor could have attenuated. Do we need to know that the author's luggage was once lost in Boston, unless there's a point to the story or, at the very least, a punchline? Do such digressions explain why "Wherever Green Is Worn" is swollen out to almost 800 pages? 5) Finally, the page references are dodgy, as if the editors didn't track the changes in pagination through the successive drafts of the book. We are told, on page 386, that Coogan will discuss the nineteenth-century Fenian incursions into British Canadian territory on pages 408-410, but that's not the case. The discussion comes on 390, and Coogan's maps of his own book are useless, most likely thanks to careless editing that failed to account for numbering shifts during production. This is not even to mention the occasionally chauvinistic posture that peeks out in discussions of women in "Wherever Green Is Worn." "Caroline Marland may have the looks of a top model, but she is Managing Director of Guardian News Ltd," Coogan writes on 129, and I wish this were the only time such a remark were let through (it happens several times in the book). No matter how unnecessary it is, no matter how irrelevant to the topic at hand, we are never spared the observation of an attractive woman. These are fairly petty criticisms. However, what all of this indicates to me is that nobody took very much time preparing or proofing the manuscript of "Wherever Green Is Worn," and this shows through, painfully. Coogan admits in the introduction that he was compelled by his publishers to write no less than three other books (the better ones on Collins, de Valera, and the Troubles) while researching "Wherever Green Is Worn," and this goes a long way toward explaining why the book feels disjunctive and lacks any cohesion; in fact, many of its most powerful moments are precisely those in which Coogan is able to draw from his more sustained research into de Valera and the Troubles, recontextualized to foreground their impact on the diasporic Irish. As it is, individual episodes are instructive and entertaining, anecdotal though they often are. It's just the bigger picture that feels blurry. And, ultimately, the question that organizes this book is left disappointingly unanswered: Who are the "Irish diaspora" mentioned in the title? Those who, born in Ireland, later emigrated? Those who were born abroad to Irish parents? Those who, so-called "plastic Paddies" like myself, have an Irish passport but were born and raised outside of Ireland? One of the problems in this book is that EVERYBODY'S IRISH. Because Irishness becomes in "Wherever Green Is Worn" (which turns out to be, well, everywhere) far too broad a concept, it loses any real value as a category. A tighter definition of the driving motif behind Coogan's study would have lent this book much more focus and power.
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