In To Ireland, I, Paul Muldoon produces a firework display of scholarship, wit, and intrigue, in an idiosyncratic wander through the alphabet of Irish literature. From a mischievous beginning in Amergin - 'the first poet of Ireland' - Muldoon forges link after link between the disparate andthe unlikely, until modernists and medievalists appear as congenial neighbours on the half-lit, literary streets of Ireland. From Beckett and Bowen, through MacNeice, Swift, and Yeats - and ever-guided by Joyce - To Ireland, I tiptoes through the long grass of Irish writing, pirouetting at borders,diverting streams, into a landscape of pure Muldoon: of brilliant connections and irreverent asides, of improbable byways and unconventional leaps - but always a landscape of luminous engagement and genuine revelation. Muldoon's Ireland, shrouded in the feth fiada or 'magical mist' of Gaelicliterature, emerges as a strange estate, half-in, half-out of what he calls 'the fairy realm'.A provocative A to Z, with a particular emphasis on the continuity of the tradition, To Ireland, I is an extremely enjoyable jaunt through Irish literature from one of the most important poets of his generation.