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While I’m still out of the US and
unable to update on events going on so close to all of you, I recently
discovered over one of my weekends here that London isn’t the only city with
immense praise for its authors. A cheap ticket on RyanAir got me a flight over
the Irish Channel and into Dublin, Ireland to spend the day. Now, when I first
arrived in Dublin, I was hardly expecting there to be anything literature
related. Sure, I knew Oscar Wilde’s memorial was located there, but beyond
that, I assumed that the city held nothing more. Was I sure wrong.
I got a day pass for the
hop-on-hop-off buses that go around Dublin and show tourists the most
interesting places the city has to offer. I figured it would get me around to
see the city, as well as a few famous churches here and there, pubs, and, of
course, the Guinness Brewery. It wasn’t until I looked at the map, however,
that I realised that the end of the tour dropped the passengers off at the
Dublin Writers’ Museum. Of course, being a WLP major, I was instantly intrigued
and couldn’t wait to check out what they had to feature there. I knew Oscar
Wilde for sure, which had me even more excited (fun fact of the day: he’s my
all-time favourite writer), but I was curious to see who else had a spot in the
museum.