 The great Book of Sullivan was last seen on a foggy morning in Western Ireland, 1802, at the site of the crumbled ruins of the castle of Ardea, a soggy pile of shredded sheepskins. What were its secrets? |
A postmodern genealogy. Sullivan without end.
The great Book of Sullivan was last seen on a foggy morning in Western Ireland, 1802, at the site of the crumbled ruins of the castle of Ardea, a soggy pile of shredded sheepskins. What were its secrets? |
The general collapse of psychiatry and psychology invites the revival of older forms of character typology in which family history, morality, and bloodlines predominate.
Anticipating this trend I began several years ago to collect stories about people named Sullivan. I became a wandering collector of tales. I made late night phone calls, studied blood specimens, visited a junkyard in Nevada; I measured heads, spent a week in Butte. I walked through the ould sod in County Cork, trysted with the daughter of the Spanish king at Castletown Bearehaven, seeking what post-modernists call the narrative metaphor. Later, I thought, I would begin an old man's task of classification and synthesis. I wrote the first chapter of a book on my encounter with the legendary Cessair Sullivan.
The Internet, infinite and maybe eternal, suggested expansion of the project.
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