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...against their English overlords. Elsewhere in the country, in gibbet-strewn Wexford and in bloodstained Ulster, rebellions have already been crushed. Any remaining hope hinges on the rising in Mayo, and there, in the euphoria of the French landing, the cause catches fire. In centuries hence, the Irish will sing of the glorious Men of the West and the humiliation of the British at Castlebar. This is all history, and so is the piteous climax, as Lord Cornwallis sweeps in with his troops against the rebels, determined not to endure another Yorktown. In his prodigious first novel, Thomas Flanagan grants...
...lumps, re-examining old romances or launching new crusades, Parker's music has rediscovered its spirit and vigor. "Even if the subject of the song is depressing," Parker reflects, "I want to turn it into a celebration, in the sense that whatever it is, you can at least sing about it. That's what rock 'n' roll is anyway-a celebration." A large part of what it is, anyhow. And as a celebrator, as a seeker after fool's gold and as a straight-ahead rocker, Graham Parker makes the kind of music that keeps...
That night a papal sing-along for young people occurred. Before he put aside his prepared text to lead the music, the Pope lectured his audience on Polish Catholic culture. "Be nobly proud of it," he said. "Multiply it. Hand it on to future generations." A bittersweet moment came as John Paul led the young people in a mountaineer's ballad: "Don't you miss your country, your fields and pastures, your valleys and streams?" In the song, the mountaineer cannot return because he has been called to heaven, and no one missed the parallel with "Lolek" Wojtyla...
Seated at a Rome refectory table, a young priest tells of hearing the Pope at his window singing along with a choir far below in St. Peter's Square. An older priest shakes his head. "This could not happen," he says emphatically. "Popes do not sing...
...then Abeba's "New York Mamma" comes to get her. Backwater Carolina fades into Brooklyn blur, the shabby streets a "tangle of evening voices" and of men who act tough, talk fast, sing scat. Here Abeba, nicknamed the "Piano Girl" for the black and shiny spinet that her ambitious mother buys her, grows up to the accompaniment of Mozart and Mendelssohn. "We looking for you to make it big," her street-corner admirers tell...