
‘Ulster American’ Is a Bawdy Send Up of Progressive Pieties — and an Irreverent Inquiry Into Irishness
By A.R. HOFFMAN
|This is not the London of tanners and chandlers, whores and beggars. At least for an instant, on one brilliant autumn morning, it is Wordsworth’s London: silent and shining, a vision.

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