September 13, 2000
many people were hitting the beach this summer, two groups of Princeton
alumni were hitting the books. In June, professors Paul Muldoon
and Michael Cadden led some 30 people through Ireland, where they
studied together the works of Yeats, Synge, Joyce, and others and
hoisted a pint or two. Meanwhile, 34 devotees of professor Bob Hollander
'55's legendary Dante Reunion traveled to an 11th-century castle
and winery in Italy to delve more deeply into the Inferno. In the
following stories, Muldoon and Dante student Marianne Eismann '79
reveal just how these alumni spent their summer vacations.
to Beckett, Galway to Dublin
journey through the poetry and drama of Ireland
by Paul Muldoon
June 5. The first Alumni
College in Ireland has a promising start: our plane leaves on time.
As we take off from JFK for our overnight flight to Shannon, I reflect
that it's been more than two years since I first got together with
Michael Cadden, director of the program in theater and dance, to
devise an itinerary that would offer a group of 30 alumni a wide-ranging
and deep-seated sense of the literary landscape of Ireland. We've
been greatly helped over those two years by Kathy Doyle '93, an
assistant director at the Alumni Council, who has the distinct advantage
of having pursued graduate studies in Irish literature at University
College Cork, and is assisting us on the trip itself. She and our
tour director, Patsy Leo from Academic Arrangements Abroad, are
charged with making sure all goes smoothly from day to day - what
W. B. Yeats might have described as "theatre business, management
6. The life and work of W. B. Yeats will be our area of concentration
for this first day or two. We've been augmented by our National
Guide, Noreen O'Farrell, and our coach driver, Liam Murray, to whom
we'll entrust ourselves for the duration of our journey. After a
heart-stopping "full Irish breakfast" complete with rashers,
black pudding, and grilled tomato, we set off for Thoor Ballylee,
the Norman tower which Yeats bought in 1915 for 25 pounds. It occurs
to me that it's just the sort of spot I should be living in myself,
so I vow to keep a weather eye open for another such fixer-upper
as we travel around the country. Given the booming economy in Ireland
- the so-called "Celtic Tiger" - the chances of picking
up anything for 25 pounds are now somewhat remote. After Thoor Ballylee,
we visit the ruins of Coole Park, the home of Lady Augusta Gregory,
complete with the famous copper beech on which so many of the writers
associated with Irish literature carved their initials, like students
at their desks in McCosh 50.
June 7. We checked in
last night to the Glenlo Abbey hotel, just outside Galway, and were
treated to a post-dinner concert by Dordan, an all-woman Irish band.
The academic program got under way when I lectured this morning
on the course of Irish poetry up to Yeats, not a subject that lends
itself to being summarized in 50 minutes. We then set off for the
Burren, the "moonscape" of exposed limestone in County
Clare famous for its archaeological and botanical rarities. We were
guided by Gordon D'Arcy, a Belfastman who's lived here for many
years. This evening we're attending a performance at Galway's Town
Hall Theatre of We Ourselves, a complex play by Paul Mercier that
attempts to reflect some of the complexities of the new Ireland.
The play consists of a series of monologues, spoken by friends who
lived together only briefly while working in Germany and who are
"reunited" by the death of one of their number.
8. The day begins with a lecture by Michael on the work of John
Millington Synge, the playwright who, in Paris in 1896, was urged
by Yeats to go to the Aran Islands and "express a life that
has never found expression." After a tour of Connemara, and
a stop in the picturesque village of Clifden, we return to Galway
for a seminar on Yeats's poems. The animated discussion spills over
into dinner at Paddy Burke's oyster restaurant in Clarinbridge.
June 9. I'm particularly
excited today as we start out for the ferry to Inishmore, the largest
of the Aran Islands, since this will be my first visit to that major
site of literary pilgrimage. We climb to the astounding clifftop
fortress of Dun Aengus, have lunch, potter about the craft shops.
There's a huge array of Aran sweaters, each with a design particular
to an island family so that, in the event of a drowning, a corpse
might be identified by its sweater.
June 10. This last detail
would surely have appealed to Samuel Beckett, a man who delighted
in the notion that "we give birth astride the grave."
Beckett is the subject of this morning's lecture by Michael, after
which we "go on" to Sligo, where we'll spend the next
couple of nights. A few of our number make another pilgrimage, to
Hargadon's pub, the family seat of Fred Hargadon, Princeton's dean
of admission. This prompts me to start work on the following loose
man drinking bottles of stout
Had developed a bad case of gout:
"Princeton's like a bar
It's easier by far
To get in than it is to get out."
June 11. Despite the
fact that I've just delivered myself of that monstrosity, I seem
to have no qualms about holding forth this morning on contemporary
Irish poetry. After my lecture, we're joined in the Sligo Park hotel
by two wonderful local writers. The first is Patrick McCabe, best
known for his novel The Butcher Boy, which was made into a movie
by Neil Jordan. The second, who also happened to have an acting
role in The Butcher Boy, is Dermot Healy, the author of several
novels and a brilliant memoir, The Bend for Home. We then take a
tour of some of Yeats country, visiting Drumcliff, where the poet
is buried, and coming close to getting a glimpse of the elusive
"Lake Isle of Innisfree." This evening we attend "a
special Yeats Candlelit Dinner," an entertainment put on at
a local restaurant. Not the literary high point of our trip, perhaps,
but mildly amusing.
June 12. An early departure
for Dublin and the Westbury Hotel, our home from home for the rest
of the Alumni College. We're joined for a couple of days by President
Harold Shapiro and his wife, Vivian Shapiro, who are vacationing
in Ireland and who accompany some of us to the Abbey Theatre for
a performance of a version of Euripides' Medea, with the great Fiona
Shaw in the title role.
13. After a whistlestop lecture by Michael on contemporary Irish
drama, we take a whistlestop tour of County Wicklow. We pause longest
at the monastic site of Glendalough before returning to Dublin for
a reception with alumni residents of Ireland and a performance at
the Gate Theatre of On Raftery's Hill, a new play by Marina Carr.
We'd hoped that Ms. Carr, whose The Mai has been seen at the McCarter
Theatre, might join us this evening, but it turns out that she's
had a child this very morning and is otherwise engaged.
June 14. Coincidentally,
Marina Carr was for a time Writer in Residence at Holles Street
Maternity Hospital, the setting of Chapter 14 of James Joyce's Ulysses.
That is the chapter in which Mrs. Purefoy gives birth, it seems,
to the great tradition of prose in English, since in describing
her labor Joyce parodies successive authors from anonymous Anglo-Saxon
chroniclers to 20th-century babblers. In his lecture this morning,
our guest, Jack McCarthy '69, maps with great aplomb the Dublin
locations, including Holles Street, visited by Stephen Dedalus or
Leopold Bloom on June 16, 1904 - "Bloomsday," as it's
June 15. One of the locations
we visit today is the Martello tower in Sandycove in which the opening
chapter of Ulysses is set, the tower that Stephen Dedalus thinks
of as the "omphalos," or navel, of a new "Hellenic"
Ireland. In my introduction this evening to Seamus Heaney, the great
Irish poet who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1995 and who
has graciously agreed to read to us, I remark that one of his many
achievements has been to relocate the "omphalos" in the
well-pump on a small holding in County Derry, where he spent his
childhood. We're joined on this occasion by a group of our friends
and colleagues from Harvard University, where Heaney teaches.
16. "Bloomsday" begins with a breakfast of "the inner
organs of beasts and fowls" at the James Joyce Centre, continues
with a private tour of the National Gallery by Adrian LeHarivel,
curator of British paintings, and ends with a farewell dinner at
Locks restaurant. Here, on the eve of our return, a delightful number
of our Alumni College members, obviously keenly moved by their surroundings
and the intellectual stimulation of the past week, read original
poems and limericks to thank everyone who's made this such an extraordinary
Was it Liam or was it
Who led us down that boreen?
Through Dublin and Sligo
Came a Celtic Tiger
The likes of which never has been seen.
Born in Northern Ireland,
Paul Muldoon lived until 1986 in Belfast, where he was a producer
for the BBC. At Princeton, he is the Howard G.B. Clark '21 University
Professor in the Humanities, director of the creative writing program,
chair of the Fund for Irish Studies, and unofficial poet-in-residence.
James Joyce, The Portable
James Joyce, Harry Levin, Editor. (Viking Press, 1976).
William Butler Yeats,
The Collected Poems of W .B. Yeats, Richard J. Finneran, Editor.
R. F. Foster, Modern
Ireland, 1600-1972. (Penguin, 1993).
John Millington Synge,
The Aran Islands. (Penguin Twentieth Century Classics, 1992).
John Millington Synge,
The Playboy of the Western World and Other Plays. (Signet, 1997).
Samuel Beckett, Waiting
for Godot. (Grove Press, 1997).
On the Web:
Irish events: www.princeton.edu/~visarts/Irish_Studies.htm
Alumni College information:
inferno at the castello
Hollander '55 takes his Dante Reunion show on the road
By Marianne Eismann
St. John read the e-mail message sent to her husband Rick '74 by
Professor Robert Hollander '55 with growing apprehension. Hollander's
note confirmed their participation in the first-ever reunion in
Italy of his Dante students from the 1960s through the 1990s, along
with a few interested others. Although the reunion was two years
off, the daily readings had been set, and the message notified the
St. Johns that they were expected to recite the first 27 lines of
the Inferno in Italian before the beginning of each morning's two-hour
seminar. In addition, after the first night's dinner, they would
be separated and randomly assigned to tables in order to get to
know the other participants.
Until that moment in
1998, Kate St. John had believed that the Dante Reunion in Tuscany
would be fun. No longer so sure, she turned to her husband and said,
"It sounds like a cult."
John had a point. Hollander's now-legendary Dante Reunion is certainly
a collective passion whose fervor seems to grow in intensity with
the years. "I had no choice," says John Hastings '55,
explaining why he and his wife, Linda, traveled to an 11th-century
castle in Certaldo, a long hour south of Florence, for a reunion
of a class neither of them ever took. Hastings says he got "hooked"
after his 40th-reunion visit to the on-campus Dante Reunion, which
has met annually in East Pyne the Friday afternoon of Reunions weekend
Susan Saltrick '78, one
of the Tuscan trip's principal organizers, says she made the trip
"to get that contact high one gets from being in a seminar
with Bob and all those bright lights around him." Christy McBride
'97 agrees. "Everyone here is drawn to this event not just
by Dante, but by Hollander."
Indeed, Dante and Hollander
are at the heart of this latest Dante expedition, what Carolyn Calvert
Phipps '76 describes as a "grass-roots Alumni College."
Under Hollander's inspiration and leadership, several Dante course
alumni, led by John "President" Adams '72, designed a
rigorous seminar on the Inferno to be conducted at the beautiful
Castello di Santa Maria Novella, a working vineyard set halfway
between Florence and Siena that produces Chianti and vin santo,
a sweet, velvety dessert wine. During the week-long course, Hollander's
morning seminars were followed by two-hour afternoon precepts led
by his former students.
result, Phipps said, is something that "could have happened
only under the aegis of one who combines so admirably the qualities
of scholar, teacher, administrator, and party animal (and I mean
that in the nicest, most genteel possible sense, of course)."
Although he's been studying
and teaching Dante for 40 years and with his wife, poet Jean Hollander,
is the author of a new translation of the poem, Hollander's approach
to the Divine Comedy remains fresh and full of wonder. "Reading
Dante is like listening to Bach," he says. "You just can't
understand how a human being could produce that." Teaching
the poem adds to the adventure. "The process of working with
students on the poem changes the teacher. The poem gets into the
students and works on them, and they work on you."
the wonder of the Dante Reunion as much as his students do. When
asked if he thinks about the rare thing it is for a teacher to have
so many dedicated students come together to work with him years
later, Hollander replies that he does, and that "the experience
is so powerful that it is well beyond flattery, and simply real
and a part of all our lives now." He is especially grateful,
he says, for the "continued feeling of fellowship with students
who are willing to learn and share their thoughts and feelings as
In Tuscany, the group
got to know each other quickly. This "vertical tasting,"
as Bill Charrier '69 described it, of Princeton graduates from 1955
to 1997 could not stop talking-at meals, on walks, in the pool,
during three-hour dinners, before and after magical evening choral
and chamber music concerts, over grappa and wine, and alongside
the castle's parapet, where they could gaze down on the green-and-brown
striated farmland of the Val d'Elsa. No one could bear to go to
bed because there was so much to discover. Many held out only until
2 or 3 a.m. The younger or more determined hung on to climb the
tower and greet the dawn.
Though all of the 34
participants traveled to Tuscany to read Dante with Hollander, each
had additional reasons for making the trip. For Italy reunion organizer
Stephen Chanock '78, it was the opportunity to "step out of
a hectic professional and family life" and find out why "a
smart man like Bob Hollander devotes his life to studying the Divine
For Oliver Whitehead
'70, the trip "was the apotheosis of what reunions should be-not
just recalling your best academic experiences in a haze of beer,
but really doing it again and better than before. As undergraduates
we're amazingly privileged to have the chance to sit in groups day
after day and share our ideas about great pieces of writing, but
most of us don't really take advantage of the situation. So it's
a great opportunity to have a second chance to join in the dialogue."
Anne Charrier arrived
with "trepidation because I had never studied Dante before"
though she had read it when her husband, Bill, was taking Hollander's
course. "I thought I'd sit in the back and be quiet. I never
expected to get so excited and brazen enough to just charge in.
This experience has been beyond my wildest dreams of what it would
In seminar, Hollander
directed his students' attention to Dante's iconoclastic combinations
of high and low styles. The poet's encyclopedic range allows him
to "represent great feeling" and yet "convince us
that he knows what a cow's tongue feels like," Hollander said.
The students' interactions, too, combined the high and the low.
When Whitehead paused to work out a thought and added that he might
"have to think aloud" to do it, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire
invaded Tuscany. "Want to use your lifeline?" Hollander
On the last day, Linda
Hastings reflected on the week in Tuscany, which the group hopes
to repeat in 2002 with Purgatorio as its focus. "There's been
so much laughter," Hastings said. Susan Saltrick expanded on
the thought: The shared classes and concerts and readings point
to "the power of art to bring us together in this little place
in paradise," she said. "We'll pass away, but the walls
and music and poem will live on."
Marianne Eismann '79
first took Hollander's class in 1978 and has been a Dante Reunion
regular since 1989.
On the web:
Bob Hollander's Dante