Seventh City of Christendom

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Seventh City of Christendom

Dublin 1660-1860. A Social and Architectural History. By Maurice Craig. (Cresset Press. 42s.)

THAT hard-worked phrase "dear, dirty Dublin" cannot possibly strike many visitors to the noble city so admirably
described in Mr. Craig's book as being particularly revealing. This compact capital, with its elegant buildings and
delicate vistas, gives no outward warrant for intimate and back-handed compliments. Dirt there is, but mostly swept
up into comers; and when it is found, as often as not in swarming tenements behind fine facades and doorways, therse
is nothing endearing about it. No doubt affection might be inspired by the glorious, and not always refined,
conversation of the inhabitants, but even that degenerates all too readily into that "tattle of this nasty town" which
even Swift feared. One need not question that Dubliners love their city. This book in particular could not have been
written except by a citizen who was sufficiently devoted to it to penetrate into many relatively inaccessible buildings
(for the architectural heritage of Dublin is greater than the majority of its inhabitants suspect) and to describe them, as
well as those better known, with great care and technical skill. But the final impression left with the reader is, as it
were, of an informed and annotated version of the impression which the foreigner first receives. It is an impression of
cool, sane grandeur—not of grubby cosiness.

Those rather random items, of social history that Mr. Craig selects to embellish his story of Dublin building and to
relieve the strict, but never unduly rigorous or technical, passages of architectural description, do not, and could not,
miss out altogether the occasional violence, raffishness and meanness of the inhabitants, as these things expressed
themselves over two full centuries. But even these passages leave a final impression of urbanity, as if the social history
of'the city had been to some degree shaped and influenced by the growing magnificence of its buildings—as indeed it
may have been. It would be difficult to live in, say, Upper Mount Street, and to observe daily that impressive vista,
leading up to the cupola of St. Stephen's, without absorbing some of it's mellow calm. And there are many such
prospects in Dublin. Mr. Craig describes how they got there, and assesses the relative contributions of speculative
builders, aristocratic tenants, civic magnates, architects and the singularly enlightened though ruthless Wide Streets
Commission which did so much to change the face of Dublin. His story ranges from the merely whimsical, through
the clear and elegant passages of description which make up the greater part of the book, to a kind of sober exaltation
when he comes to deal with Gandon's two masterpieces, those buildings which above all give Dublin the outwarp,
aspects of a great civilised capital—the Custom House and the Four courts. From this chapter, which he appropriately
calls "The Culmination," the book has a dying fall, though, when Mr. Craig overcomes his distaste for the nineteenth
century sufficiently to examine the remarkably fine features of the Dublin railway-stations, it warms once more into
life.

It is a very handsome book, beautifully bound and printed, with many photographs which, even if rather crowded
together, include some rarely reproduced items. While having some of the air of a work of piety—Mr. Craig's Irish
patriotism is almost as prominent in it as his respect for Dublin—it is full of entertainment, and worth reading by
anyone who is willing to submit to the fascination of great cities. WALTER TAFUN.

[The Spector, June 20, 1952]

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