
‘Ulster American’ Is a Bawdy Send Up of Progressive Pieties — and an Irreverent Inquiry Into Irishness
By A.R. HOFFMAN
|An elderly lady clutches her large bag, which contains her pillow and blanket and walks carefully to a newly opened overnight bomb shelter. She hasn’t been able to sleep for several nights in her Beer Sheva apartment, as Iranian ballistic missiles, rocket sirens and loneliness overwhelm her, as…

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