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Written by Gavin McLoughlin
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The recent demise of Hughes & Hughes represents another blow to struggling independent booksellers in Ireland. As powerful online and supermarket retailers continue to demand larger discounts and higher margins from publishers, the outlook is grim for this once-vibrant industry. While this situation is far from unique to this country, it is particularly sad to see our rich and varied literary tradition homogenised and bastardised by the supermarket retailer, the celebrity hardback, and the Dan Brown novel. Once the land of Shaw, Beckett and Behan, Ireland risks becoming the land of Jordan, Chris Moyles and Richard Hammond. Moreover, the advent of the Amazon Kindle and the Sony e-reader casts the very future of the paper book itself into uncertainty. What impact, then, have these recent developments had on those independent booksellers that continue to trade? Paddy MacNeill, owner of “The Skerries Bookshop” in north Co. Dublin, insists he is not worried by Hughes’ collapse: “My overheads are much lower than theirs were, so that means I can survive when they can’t. I’m just paying myself, I don’t have any staff.” When asked about the difference between the experience a consumer has in his shop as opposed to a retail giant, Paddy thinks his personal service, passion for literature and varied range of stock keep the customers coming through his door. “I offer a personal service here. I’ve a little bit of everything, bestsellers, Irish authors and local authors. I know the writers. I read a lot myself and I’m able to make recommendations to customers.” However, not all share his optimism. Mark Kiernan, an employee of “The Wise Owl” chain of small retailers, said, “We would be worried to a certain extent about their closure, mainly because we’re never sure how publishers are going to react. If they raise their cost prices that would be extremely difficult for us in such a competitive market.” Neither are fans of the Kindle or the e-reader. Paddy doubts the Kindle will lead to the death of the conventional book: “Maybe with the bestsellers that might take off, but you never know how these things are going to pan out. There’s still a cost issue there because you have to buy the Kindle as well as the book.” For Mark, nothing compares to the experience of reading a paper book. “I know it sounds corny but I enjoy being able to hold the book and feel the pages. The Kindle is kind of cold and detached.” Where, however, do customers fit in to all this? If consumers want to buy cheaper books in Tesco or from Amazon, surely that is their prerogative? For Karen Roberts, a customer of Paddy MacNeill, the most important thing is to continue to support local businesses. “I find that in smaller bookshops you do get more of a personal service. It’s convenient to have somewhere local where you can just pop in, the stock is just as up to date as anywhere else and if there’s something you want that they don’t have they can get it in that day or the next, so it’s just as handy.” As a student, Ciarán McKenna admits that price is the most important factor for him when it comes to buying books. “Of course I’d love to buy from independents more often, but if I buy the books online there can be as much as a 50% difference in price. I’m on a budget so as far as I see it I don’t really have a choice.” This sentiment would seem to be echoed by book purchasers all over the globe. The independent bookshop retains great affection in the hearts of booklovers everywhere, but in the case of Hughes and many others, the price gap has proven to be a bridge too far. The only people who can save these outlets are the customers. If consumers are serious about holding on to the independent bookshop experience, to the personal service, to varied stock, and to the knowledgeable and passionate staff, then they must put their money where their mouths are. The alternative is that work of genuine merit that refuses to pander to commercialism and the lowest common denominator will be swallowed whole by the likes of Dan Brown and Chris Moyles, and literary Ireland will be dead and gone. |
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Written by Neil Warner
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A new bill would mandate that one-third of Indian lawmakers be women, but how much would India’s female population actually benefit?
Affirmative action always tends to be a tricky issue, but it tends to be even more complicated when it comes to the higher echelons of politics. So it is with the case of India and the proposed amendment to its constitution, the “Women’s Reservation Bill”, which was passed by the upper house of the Indian parliament earlier this month. Approved by an impressive but somewhat misleading majority of 186 to 1, it reserves one-third of all legislative seats for women at both national and state levels. The bill follows several failed attempts at similar legislation that have been made since the 1990s. It is in many respects a highly encouraging and laudable step forward and will put countries such as Ireland, languishing with a Dáil that is a meagre 13% female, to shame. For India itself, which currently has female representation of less than 11%, it will in certain respects be a tremendous change. What’s more, the bill enjoys broad support and is favoured not only by the governing Congress Party but also by the main opposition Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) and may well soon achieve the support needed from the lower house and state assemblies to become law. However, this is not necessarily quite the breakthrough for women’s rights or social development implied at first glance. To start with, the impression one may get from the legislation on first appearances — of a developing country’s surprising propulsion into a world of liberal values — is not entirely accurate. India itself has a long history of reserving seats in parliament for particular groups, such as those for tribal and “lower caste” Indians and for religious minorities. Additionally, while the parliaments India will join in the elite club of countries with over 30% female parliamentary members include many progressive countries that one would expect, such as Scandinavian countries, they also incorporate a surprising number of underdeveloped African countries. These include not only the famous and highly anomalous case of Rwanda, but also countries such as Mozambique and Angola. Part of the reason for these anomalies is that the figures for the representation of social groups in politics have a tendency to be highly deceptive, and doubly so when they are a consequence of quotas enforced from above. In situations such as these, political representation is often a very thin pasting-over of a reality that is much messier and grimmer than the numbers suggest. Consider two different ways in which the statistics can be misleading in this regard. The first difficulty arises upon closer examination of the nature of cause and consequence in these situations; in other words look behind the headlines and the basic numbers. Apparent progress is often not the result of a triumphant march towards the light of modernity but an offshoot of other processes, often less permanent ones. For example take the peculiar case of Rwanda. Rwanda appears to be a model among all nations for gender equality, with its parliament consisting of an actual majority of women, the first time in history that this has happened anywhere. Advocates of gender equality routinely cite this case with approval. Yet the fact is that Rwanda’s female participation rate is to a significant degree a consequence of the disproportionate number of men killed in the genocide in 1994. In other African countries, the high rate of female political participation exists in spite of their highly egregious social situation, as a result of admittedly forward-thinking post-conflict political settlements made in those countries in the 1990s. Just as the cause of something may not be what it seems, the consequences of a development like this are often different from those which were intended or at least alleged. The Indian bill would certainly mean more female faces in politics, but the amendment omits a reservation for women from “lower castes” or from religious minorities; hence parties representing dalit (“untouchable”) or Muslim interests have vigorously opposed the bill, saying that it will lead to a more elitist and exclusionary politics, and threatening to withdraw support for the government over it. Additionally many analysts fear that it will exacerbate the already serious problem of nepotism in Indian politics, in which local powerholders simply pass on their political “estates” to their wives or daughters. Moreover, India’s progress in this area does not primarily arise from the enlightened goodwill of India’s politicians; the genuine initiative of Congress leader Sonia Gandhi deserves much credit for the bill’s passage, but the proto-fascist BJP’s support of it should arouse scrutiny. The second problem is much more important and one which the feminist movement is very often in danger of forgetting; the severe disconnection that exists between superficial political progress and meaningful change in the lives of ordinary women. This can be illustrated by what may seem to be a rather silly argument: that women have been in leadership positions for thousands of years, but that this fact has not contributed to the material improvement of women’s lives for much of that time. I doubt the reign of Cleopatra meant much for every other woman in Ptolemaic Egypt. The Indian subcontinent is a more recent example of this problem. For half a century women have risen to powerful roles with surprising frequency in India, Pakistan, Sri Lanka and Bangladesh. Way back in 1965 Sirimavo Bandaranaike of Sri Lanka became the world’s first female Prime Minister. The two leading political figures in Bangladesh for the last two decades have been women. In India itself politicians such as Indira Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi and Kumari Mayawati have been highly prominent. But all of this has meant little for a region which remains rife with misogyny. Much of Indian society suffers atrociously from a culture of sex-selective abortions, female infanticide, domestic violence and dowry deaths. Perhaps, in the long-run, developments such as this bill will help, but for the moment these paper improvements do little to change that reality. So let us welcome this possibly forthcoming amendment, and hope that it progresses further. We should, indeed, regard it as wonderful news and over time it may not only improve the prospects of individual women and India’s global image, but may also percolate into Indian life more broadly. We should, however, be very careful to maintain perspective. Perhaps the greatest contribution of this bill will be, through the contrasting worlds India will then provide, to show that tremendous political progress in this area in itself means little to the everyday lived reality, and may redirect attention further in that more important area. |
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Written by John O’Rourke
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There was much buzz in the press last week about Channel 4’s Sunday night drama, Mo. The portrayal of the late Northern Ireland secretary Mo Mowlam and her incendiary brand of politics was a great success for the broadcaster, earning them their highest drama viewing figures in almost a decade. Many critics already even believe that Julie Walters already has next year’s television awards season wrapped up with her powerhouse performance in the title role. Heralding the show’s broadcast was a new slew of facts about Mowlam’s life, exposing the real extent of the firebrand politician’s brain tumour. It appears that the wily MP had known even before New Labour got into power about her malignant cancer, but had decided, against leading cancer specialist Mark Glazer’s advice, to not only contest the pivotal 1997 election, but also to take up the high-pressure Northern Ireland portfolio. Claiming that her fatal affliction was no more than a benevolent tumour, Mowlam racked up a series of successes during her spell at Stormont, not least her stewardship of the historic Good Friday Agreement. However the revelation does prompt some questions regarding Mowlam’s accountability. With a life expectancy of only three years—she lived a further nine until she died in 2005—Mowlam was heavily discouraged from continuing on with her career by her doctor, acutely aware of how seriously this form of cancer could affect the cabinet member’s cogitation and reasoning abilities. In light of these disclosures, many have attributed the magnitude of Mowlam’s achievements to her canny awareness of the time constraints inflicted by her illness. But there will never be any consensus as to whether this was the brave act of a human being, sensitive to the possibilities afforded her by her indubitable political talent, or the reckless behaviour of a self-aggrandising operator, career-driven to the end. The first image is of course preferable, but there’s little that can make that niggling doubt go away about just how irresponsible her activities were. The issue also highlights the growing trend of media obsession with a politician’s bill of health. It seems bizarre that the gravity of Mowlam’s situation, given her high-profile position, could have been so expertly concealed just over ten years ago. In 2008’s US presidential election, a frequent jibe used against John McCain was his illness ridden past, despite the fact that he provided comprehensive doctors’ reports at various stages of the campaign trail. Gordon Brown is consistently dogged by claims that he has gone blind, though it may be metaphorically fair to say he has lost his vision. It is ironic that so much of the ongoing fight over US healthcare seems to pivot on the former seat of Teddy Kennedy, whose own fatal struggle with a brain tumour made the drama surrounding the controversial bill so much more poignant. The current hype surrounding full disclosure of medical history creates a stark contrast to a bygone era where figures like John F. Kennedy (afflicted by crippling back-pain), Eamonn de Valera (almost totally blind by the time he ended his long reign as Taoiseach) and Winston Churchill (who left 10 Downing Street after suffering his second stroke) led their countries through periods of great turmoil, with the public none the wiser. However there have been some recent rumblings of a backlash from a jaded public. On St. Stephens Day at the end of last year, a 5.30 breaking news bulletin went out on TV3, in a desperate attempt to be the first to break the story of Minister for Finance Brian Lenihan’s pancreatic cancer. The next day, the channel was widely panned for its action, branded as opportunistic and heartless for its intrusive behaviour at such a sensitive time of year. This viewpoint on the story offered other Irish news outlets a way of discussing the Minister’s illness under the guise of a critique of TV3, a highly fortuitous scenario for the likes of RTE and The Irish Times amongst others. But this chain of events did elicit large amounts of sympathy for the politician, already one of the most popular members of the Irish government, from a public who were swift to register their disgust at TV3’s behaviour. A recent Sunday Independent opinion poll found that 70% of people supported the minister’s decision to stay in office, proving that, like in the case of Mo Mowlam, the correlation between a politician’s health and their performance in the job may be more slight than the media would want us to believe. |
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Written by Máiréad Cremins
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The acclaimed author has relaunched the euthanasia debate with a recent BBC lecture.
Among all the mysteries of neurology, there’s an old argument that an active brain is the best defence in protecting oneself from diseases of the mind. However, when bestselling author, Sir Terry Pratchett, was diagnosed with a rare form of Alzheimer’s disease in December 2007, this belief was certainly challenged. As renowned author of the Discworld series, Pratchett’s imagination is what has made him so successful. A year after his diagnosis, Pratchett received an honorary Doctorate of Literature from Trinity College Dublin--significant, not least due to the fact that it was the first that he had been awarded by a university founded before the 20th century. Pratchett’s involvement with the issues of euthanasia fully began in an article published in mid 2009, sparking widespread discussion. He said that he wished to commit “assisted suicide” (though he prefers the term “assisted death”) before the Alzheimer’s disease progresses to a critical point. This statement triggered an international debate on euthanasia. Last week, Terry Prachett had the honour of being the first novelist to give the Richard Dimbleby Lecture, which he entitled “shaking hands with death”. In it he explored with striking humility and a subtle humour how modern society needs to redefine how it deals with death. Pratchett made the case for euthanasia tribunals which are “some kind of strictly non-aggressive tribunal that would establish the facts of the case well before the assisted death takes place”. These tribunals have been given the label “death panels” by those who find the idea morally repugnant. In this debate, opponents of assisted death always argue that man should not “play God”. Terry Pratchett says, “the problem with the God argument is that it only works if you believe in God”. His response effectively captures the gulf that exists between the opposing camps, and the prospect of moving forward with the issue seems remote. However, Pratchett’s view is supported by two recent UK polls (one BBC Panorama and one YouGov survey) in which over 70% of respondents believed that a change in the law was necessary, in order to allow some form of euthanasia. Pratchett says, “If I knew that I could die at anytime I wanted, then suddenly every day would be as precious as a million pounds. If I knew that I could die, I would live. My life, my death, my choice”. It is on this poignant note he ended the lecture, and we should take note. Pratchett has used his personal plight and public profile usefully, enabling a discussion that we all need to have.
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