Anne Haverty


1959- ; b. Holycross, Co. Tipperary; ed. TCD (grad. in English); winner of Listowel under-21 writing competition; became freelance journalist; authored a commissioned biography on Countess Markievicz: A Independent Life (1988); also issued a novel, One Day as a Tiger (1997), a tale of genetic engineering in which Martin Hawkins throws over career in TCD and returns to family farm in Tipperary; winner of the Rooney Prize;
issued poems as The Beauty of the Moon (1999); issued The Far Side of A Kiss (2000), a novel telling the story of Sarah Walker whom Hazlitt’s dealt with vengeful in his Libor Amoris; acted as judge in several literary awards incl. Irish Times Literature Prize, 2001; issued The Free and Easy (2006), a novel featuring Tom Blessman, a wealthy young American on safari in Dublin; holds Writer Fellowship at TCD, 2007; she lives in Ranelagh, Dublin, with her husband Anthony Cronin [q.v.]; contrib. to Irish writers’ comments on election of Donald Trump (Irish Times, 10 Nov. 2016).

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  • The Beauty of the Moon (London: Chatto & Windus 1999) [Poetry Society Recommendation]
  • A Break in the Journey (Dublin: New Island Books 2018), 128pp.
  • Countess Markievicz: A Independent Life (London: Rivers Oram Press/Pandora 1988).
  • One Day as a Tiger (London: Chatto & Windus 1997), 272pp., and Do. (NY: The Ecco Press 1988; Vintage pb. 1998);
  • The Far Side of a Kiss (London: Chatto & Windus 2000), 241pp.;
  • The Free and Easy (London: Chatto & Windus 2006).
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Also contrib. a chapter to Ladies Night at Finbarr’s Hotel (London: Harcourt 2000).

Reviews [among num. others]
  • ‘A Colourful, Complex, Contrary Fellow’, review of A. C. Grayling, The Quarrel of the Age: The Life and Times of William Hazlitt, in The Irish Times (26 Jan. 2001) [infra];
  • ‘A bleak time in Babylon’, review of Peter Brooks, Henry James Goes to Paris, in The Irish Times (12 May 2007) [see extract];
  • review of No Regrets: Edith Piaf, by Carolyn Burke, in The Irish Times (16 April 2011);
  • review of Prodigals and Geniuses: The Writers and Artists of Dublin’s Baggotonia, by Brendan Lynch, in The Irish Times (26 Nov. 2011)

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Interview article, Shirley Kelly, ‘On Sheep and Golden Fleeces’, in Books Ireland (feb. 1996), pp.9-10 [others as infra]; David Wheatley,‘“Impudence! Impudence! Impudence!”: Hazlitt in fFact and Fiction’, No. 1 (Winter 2000/01), q.pp. [review-essay on The Far Side of a Kiss].

See also David Wheatley, ‘“Impudence! Impudence! Impudence!”: Hazlitt in fact and fiction’, Dublin Review, ed. Brendan Barrington, No. 1 (Winter 2000/01) [q.p.; includes remarkson The Far Side of a Kiss.]

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John Dunne, review of One Day as a Tiger (1997) in Books Ireland (May 1997), p.122; pronounces it a ‘great book’; finds the narrative, dialogue, and descriptions of the countryside perfect.

Eileen Battersby describes The Far Side of a Kiss ([2001]) as being based on Hazlitt’s vengeful Libor Amoris, it presents the story of the writer’s infatuation with the daughter of an inn-keeper from her standpoint, indicating his spite at her rejection of the famous old man; Sarah [Walker] rejected by young lawyer when she is disgraced; Sarah emerges as vain, vulnerable and likeable young girl, Hazlitt as chaotic, vengeful, and pathetic; characterisation called brilliant; called dazzlingly sophisticated performance. (The Irish Times, 16 June 2001, paperback review.)

John Kenny, reviewing of Anne Haverty, The Far Side of a Kiss (2000), The Irish Times [Weekend], 19 Aug. 2000, recounts that the novel concerns an unconsummated and intense 2-year relationship between William Hazlitt and Sarah Walker, dg. of landlord of boarding house where he lodges, ending in his jilting; reviewer quotes Hazlitt’s Liber Amoris (1823), a work that ends in ‘unusually intense high-Romantic dudgeon’. Kenny quotes: ‘She defied anyone to read her thoughts, she once told me. “Do you think they then require concealing?” I imprudently asked her. The command over herself is surprising. She never once betrays herself by any momentary forgetfulness, by any appearance of triumph or superiority to the person who is her dupe [...] it is one faultless, undeviating, consistent consummating piece of acting’. Kenny remarks on finely crafted [writing] that signals a carefully sustained blending of an articulacy that reflects Sarah Walker’s home learning, with a colloquial indignation that reflects her social situation’, further quoting: ‘He has put me in a book. He had but a frail steel nib for his weapon but he has destroyed me by it as clean as if he used a blade and impaled me on its point. There was a time when he calle dme his queen and by other fancy titles and next I am become no more than a juicy bone for him to throw to the scribblers in the newspapers for a right good chew.’ Hazlitt’s Liber Amoris ends, ‘I am afraid she will soon grown common to my imagination as well as worthless to herself.’ He praises the unobstrusive use of history and ‘the empathetic imagination of this splendid piece of writing.’

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A Colourful, Complex, Contrary Fellow’, review of A. C. Grayling, The Quarrel of the Age: The Life and Times of William Hazlitt (London: Weidenfeld & Nicholson [2000]), in The Irish Times (26 Jan. 2001), begins by asking, ‘What does Hazlitt do tohis biographers? .. he elicits from them admiration to th epoint of hagiography and baffling willingness to slide glide over the disturbing aspects of his character … manage[s] to freeze criticism like a vengeful ghost.’; Grayling regards the obsession with Sarah Walker, “lodging-house drudge”, as a seminal episode in Hazlitt;’s life and probably its greatest drama [b]ut his treatment of it is disappointing.’; ‘[…] yet., though he may not have known his own heart, it was at a less personal level indubitably in the right place.’[ top ]

A bleak time in Babylon’, review of Peter Brooks, Henry James Goes to Paris, in The Irish Times (12 May 2007): ‘[...] On the face of it, however, he had landed firmly on his feet. Turgenev, a friend made almost immediately on arrival, was warm, hospitable, encouraging - James found him “adorable”. On December 12th, Turgenev brought him along to Flaubert’s Sunday salon in the Faubourg Saint-Honoré, where, apart from the great man himself (who received in his dressing-gown to express the climate of unbuttoned conversation he liked), the gathering included Edmond de Goncourt and the younger novelist, Émile Zola. On following Sundays, James would get to know Guy de Maupassant and Alphonse Daudet. James was aware that he was among the Olympians, but his enthusiasm was qualified. They wanted only to talk about their own books, he wrote home. And their subject matter and expression was “unclean”, “crude”, “foul” ...’

On the election of Donald Trump

From the days when the blustering absurd figure of Donald Trump first appeared in the arena I feared in my bones that his rise to triumph was America’s and the world’s destiny. Our culture and civilization has taken a downward plunge into a new version of barbarism in the last few decades and he soon revealed himself as a perfect exemplar of the excesses of that decline. The more dangerous aspects of human nature are rising to the surface, made visible to us via technology, are encouraged by the technology and technology gives them free rein to be expressed. The solipsism, the narcissism, the casual contempt for each other, as well as often the hatred, combined with sentimentality, platitude and empty aspirations are his, but they are also ours. Of course many of us are horrified by this development and struggle against it. His victory suggests however that we can no longer hope to be in the majority. If only he were simply the buffoon he first seemed - but he is also cunning, manipulative, deeply limited, and hostile to the humanitarian values we used to take for granted. Today, I can see the future only as a story of at best ugliness, at worst a horror story. As for the naive hopes for an improvement in their lot that some of those who voted for him are voicing, he has shown no capacity whatsoever to deliver.

Yeats’s “The Second Coming”, written in the post-war desolation of 1919, is an obvious reading of our situation. ‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned…. The best lack all conviction while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity.’ Surely, he asks, ‘some revelation is at hand’. If only we could hope for it - but today we can only hope that the revelation might not be quite as awful as we fear.

The Irish Times (10 Nov. 2016) - available online.

The Siege of Corona

Grass is growing on Grafton Street.
Plague notices are yellowing the glass.
A lone walker wearing her covid dress –
Runners, gym-pants, anxiety, mask.

My ham sandwich can taste of bleach.

But look – it’s not the siege of Leningrad.
These early summer nights are soft.
Soothing souls with our home-baked bread,
No one has to eat the dog.

The sun is bright, the roses burgeon.
Tares are climbing the steps of the Odeon.

Around the park the children cycle, and round
Again. Locked in, locked out. Waiting
By the wall in the queue at the provender’s,
My hair is paling. My fragile being losing
Itself in the scrum of the little screen.

Like the emptied streets we’re going to grass.

What else will push up through the cracks?

—“Poem of the Week”, in The Irish Times (3 July 2020) - available online; accessed (03.07.2020).

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Launch: Far Side of a Kiss (2000) was launched on 1 Sept. 2000; Haverty appeared in an Irish Times photograph with Tony Cronin and Noel Pearson, Cronin referring to her as his ‘long-time friend’ in his book-launch address.

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