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Artemis Fowl is to be translated into the Irish language.

“It is important for Puffin to bring contemporary books in Irish to people,” he said.

“There have been complaints from teachers that there aren’t enough contemporary children’s books as gaeilge.”

He added: “I think it is good to encourage the Irish language, it is not about money or profits, it is just about bringing Artemis Fowl to a new audience.

Sweet music.

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St. Patrick's Day

See, unlike my Teutonic friend, Pete, I don't really dig St. Patrick's Day. Imagine the same festival but with First Nations People... We could all stagger around in feathers and buckskins, hooting and beating drums, drinking cooking wine and sniffing glue. The Irish that drank did so because they were starving and self-exiled, subjugated and unwanted, unemployed at all but the most menial tasks. They didn't name their newborn children right away because so many died at under a month. Take that tradition of pain and suffering and co-opt it to sell plastic hats and beer. Nice. But what do I know? (My racially radical pal Kym from New York doesn't consider Irish people White for these very same reasons - something the glare off my skin might argue with). Anyway, here's an anthology celebrating Ireland's link to the Rock - another place we should think about celebrating with a day to buy things. We could dress up like cod fishermen and wear nooses around our necks. Oh, yes - and drink.



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Happy St. Patrick's Day
On this festive day, the Toronto Star would like to remind you of all the great playwrights Ireland has given to the world. The Star would also like to introduce you to Irish chick lit:
"Leading the chick-lit pack is Marian Keyes, whose seven novels (among them Sushi For Beginners, Angels, and Last Chance Saloon) have sold millions of copies in 29 languages. They feature jaunty young single women in Dublin, agonizing about their waistlines or hair, bedding a lot of unsuitable men while looking for Mr. Right and holding down trendy jobs on fashion magazines, in advertising or as event organizers.
Another representative of this featherweight genre, Cecelia Ahern, was in Toronto last week to promote her first novel P.S. I Love You, a 424-page story of Holly, a weepy widow of 30, whose too-good-to-be-true husband Gerry secretly wrote her a series of letters as he was dying of a brain tumour, to be opened at intervals during the year after his passing."

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