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Leave Us Some Unreality Hits the States!

March 12, 2011

“For some, St. Patrick’s Day is a never-ending flood of green beer. But the day is also awash in history, tradition and celebrations that have kept New York’s Irish culture evolving more than two centuries after the first immigrants settled on the tip of Manhattan.” – The New York Times

Celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by promoting literacy in New York City and supporting Irish and Irish American authors on Irish Arts Center Book Day, where you can get a copy of Leave Us Some Unreality!

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Leave Us Some Unreality will be handed out in New York City as part of Irish Arts Center Book Day on March 17, 2011! Volunteers will be handing out books by Irish and Irish American authors, free, at subway stops and transportation hubs across all five boroughs. Come out and get a copy this St. Patrick’s Day.

Be in the know on Book Day locations during the day by following Irish Arts Center’s up-to-the-minute Twitter and Facebook updates, written by Kim Gibson, one of the writers from Leave Us Some Unreality!

Connect with Irish Arts Center on Facebook (Irish Arts Center), Twitter (@IrishArtsCenter) and Follow Book Day on Twitter: #IACBookDay. Connect with Leave Us Some Unreality on Facebook (Leave Us Some Unreality: New Writing from the Oscar Wilde Centre).
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Now in stores!

May 17, 2010

Leave Us Some Unreality is now available in stores.

Check out our ‘Big News’ tab to see where you can buy a copy in stores or online!

February 17, 2010

OSCAR WILDE

THE THIRTEEN CLUB

(Times, January 16, 1894.)

At a dinner of the Thirteen Club held at the Holborn Restaurant on January 13, 1894, the Chairman (Mr. Harry Furniss) announced that from Mr. Oscar Wilde the following letter had been received: —

I have to thank the members of your Club for their kind invitation, for which convey to them, I beg you, my sincere thanks. But I love superstitions. They are the colour element of thought and imagination. They are the opponents of common sense. Common sense is the enemy of romance. The aim of your Society seems to be dreadful. Leave us some unreality. Do not make us too offensively sane. I love dining out, but with a Society with so wicked an object as yours I cannot dine. I regret it. I am sure you will all be charming, but I could not come, though 13 is a lucky number.