"I'm Serbian," the waiter answers a little self-consciously. It's the height of the bombing -- maybe it's not such a good thing to say. He's young, no more than a kid really, with short-cropped hair. My guests for lunch are visiting from Northern Ireland -- a couple -- he born and bred in Armagh, she born in London of Irish parents. They met in San Francisco where her English … [Read more...] about The First Word: The Heritage of Hate
All About Aidan
By Darina Molloy
June / July 1999
If Aidan Quinn were any more laid back he'd be horizontal. He's just lolled his way through a two-hour photo shoot, and is now sprawled on the other side of a tiny table in a charming old bar on Manhattan's lower west side. Clearly savoring the large cigar he's sucking on contentedly, he's turned sideways in his chair, lazily surveying the Friday afternoon stragglers indulging … [Read more...] about All About Aidan
The World Irish Dance Championships
By Rory Keohane
June / July 1999
Rory Keohane looks at the success of American female dance champions and the influence of Riverdance. A light Easter Sunday rain fell on the parishioners as they flowed from Sunday mass into the quiet streets of Ennis, a sprawling town in the western county of Clare. On this day, the local congregation played host to a score of ringlet-haired guests and their parents who … [Read more...] about The World Irish Dance Championships
The Mammy
By Kelly Candaele
April / May 1999
Anjelica Huston looks calm and comfortable as a makeup artist applies a touch of lipstick before a midnight promotional photo shoot in Dublin, Ireland. She is up late on a drizzly Friday night completing the last few "emotional" shots on her new movie The Mammy, based on a novel of the same name by Brendan O'Carroll, a film that she is both starring in and directing. The movie … [Read more...] about The Mammy
Plunkitt of Tammany Hall
By Malachy McCourt
April / May 1999
America, or to be more precise the United States, needs logo imagery for its memories to be flashed on the screen of the mind. The name Nixon prompts a flash to an awkward man doing the victory sign; Kennedy...grace, charm and the quip; La Guardia...pudgy little man reading the "funnies" on radio. Tammany? Oh yeah, a bunch of cigar-chomping, beerswilling Micks on the take, … [Read more...] about Plunkitt of Tammany Hall