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This morning.

Cologne, Germany-born, Dundalk-based Broadsheet on the Telly stalwart and new Irish citizen Marcel Krueger’s essay marking the centenary of partition is included in The New Frontier: Reflections From the Irish Border, edited by James Conor Patterson for New Island. Out now.

They come over here with their fancy hats  and cherubic smiles, clogging up our non-fiction anthologies…

The New Frontier: Reflections From the Irish Border (New Island)

Thanks Vanessa

From top The Hill of Faughart, Dundalk, County Louth; Dundalk trio L-arry

Corridor – a multi arts project focusing on the political, social and cultural consequences of borders – is back for a second year.

Marcel Kreuger (him off the telly!) writes:

Following the first series of events in 2017, we are delighted to announce the Corridor 2018 bringing together artists from all over Ireland and Europe.

Our first event in 2018, the corridor no. 4, will be `L’arry on the Hill’.

Local up-and-coming music trio L-arry will perform a special acoustic set at the Hill of Faughart, Dundalk, County Louth – on the border between the Republic and Northern Ireland on September 21, to coincide with Culture Night.

This will be followed by the official launch of the first the corridor publication, with new contributions from some of last year’s artists (among them Evelyn Conlon, Garett Carr and Paul Scraton), at Roe River Books in Dundalk in October.

The Corridor

L’arry on The Hill (facebook)

Previouslty The Border At The Crossroads

From top Babushka’s Journey and its author Marcel Kreuger

You may know him from the telly.

He can write too.

Dundalk-based author Marcel Krueger’s book ‘Babushka’s Journey – The Dark Road to Stalin’s Wartime Camps‘ will be published on November 30

The book follows the tracks of Marcel’s grandmother Caecilie, Cilly for short, into her vanished homeland of East Prussia and to the labour camps of the Soviet Union.

Cologne-born Marcel has interwoven contemporary landscape and family history into an evocative travel memoir. To wit:

Babushka’s Journey is the record of Marcel’s grandmother’s journey from the snow-covered battlefields of East Prussia in January 1945 to the Soviet labour camps in the Urals, where she spent five years before returning to Germany. Chasing the sights, sounds and voices of past and present along this route, the author has created both fictionalised historical narrative and contemporary travelogue, covering two different journeys that follow the same path.

As he stumbles through the bars of present-day Poland and dreams on the bunk beds of the Trans-Siberian railway, Krueger forges an authentic retelling of Cilly’s tragic yet hopeful story, discovering that her journey reflects tens of thousands of similar personal histories, which continue to haunt Germany, Poland and Russia today.

Marcel is promoting the Babushka’s Journey with an event tonight with Berlin-based author Paul Scraton, 6 pm at No Alibis, Belfast. The book’s official Ireland launch will take place tomorrow at 7pm at Roe River Books, Dundalk.

In fairness

Babushka’s Journey – The Dark Road to Stalin’s Wartime Camps

Marcel Kreuger (top) and ‘The Corridor’ logo

They come over here.

Contextualising our existential crises.

Dundalk-based, Cologne-born Marcel Kreuger (him off the telly) writes:

The Corridor is a series of events organised by new Dundalk residents Anne Mager (arts curator) and myself (writer and translator), both migrants from Germany.

To explore our new home and to engage with the new Brexit border just a few miles up the road, we invited artists from Ireland and Germany to work, talk and perform with the border in mind.

Our first event series is a collaboration with the 1st German Electrophonic Orchestra, who are making noise and acoustically measuring Belfast, Dundalk, Drogheda and Dublin together with Irish artists Paddy Bloomer, Aoife Ward and Sean Hillen all day today on Culture Night, and which will continue next week with all Irish artists in Cologne.

Upcoming events in October and November include a fish dinner with fishermen from both sides of the Carlingford Lough, and a reading with authors like Garett Carr and Paul Scraton who have walked the Irish border and the former Berlin Wall, respectively.

More details at link below

In fairness.

The Corridor

The Taste of Dublin 2017 in the Iveagh Gardens on Sunday; Marcel Krueger

And How was Taste of Dublin for you?

Marcel Krueger writes:

I’m a German national living in Ireland for almost eleven years. I arrived on the dying breath of the Celtic Tiger, stayed through the crash and the burst housing bubble and watched the country recover economically. And again these days, there are signs that everyone’s partying again – whatever the cost.

Taste of Dublin is a four-day food festival taking place in the Iveagh Gardens in Dublin, and brands itself as the ‘ultimate foodie festival’.

I got my first ever taste of this event on Sunday, and while the food was indeed very good, I left with a bad aftertaste.

A standard ticket to the festival, which only included the entry to the site, set you back 22.50 Euros. The first thing I saw after entering was a sales display for luxury cars. Mixed with the food stands (where a small dish sets you back between 4 and 10 Euros) were stands advertising artificial grass, kitchen knives and art photographs..

Everything was branded and the presentation layered through sponsors and promotional agencies: the entertainment programme (which mostly consists of dance crews constantly mentioning their entertainment agency between performances and cover bands), the many bars, and even the butter stand (“Best Dressed Stand” or something) seemed to be operated by promoters.

The main sponsor, a German kitchen appliances producer, had a private lounge, and there was also a VIP suite run by a champagne producer in association with a cruise operator.

As mentioned before, the food was good and I enjoyed the craft beers on offer too, and there were a few independent operators (craft brewers and artisanal olive oil producers) to be found among the exhibitors, but the overall feeling was that of a professional food fair where mere mortals were allowed to mingle for a limited time. Tickets were only valid for four-hour lunch or evening ‘sessions’ anyway.

Maybe I’m still not properly adjusted to the bubble that’s back in Dublin these days, living in Dundalk under the shadow of Brexit and all that, or the festival has always been like that – but the whole thing seemed to me like an unabashed celebration of lifestyle that can be bought with money.

What your ticket buys you is, in short, the right to consume. Or, as the Irish Independent reported in fawning tones on Saturday:

Restaurateur Peter Rock of The Exchequer, who’s also running the VIP tent at Taste, said that the very first year, a total of 100 bottles of champagne were sold.

This year, they sold the same amount in just one four-hour session, at a mere €60 a pop.

These days, on the surface Ireland looks like the thriving poster child of austerity again to outsiders, with a gay Taoiseach of Indian descent leading the nation and more and more multi-national online companies queuing out in the Atlantic hoping to open an office in the Docklands soon.

There are those Dubliners and visitors for whom the prospect of paying 22.50 Euros and consuming overpriced food while listening to cover tunes constitutes a great family outing; and those for whom paying 22.50 Euros for any festival access is completely out of the question.

I’m not adding any pictures I took at the festival to this post, as according to the Taste of Dublin website:

‘all sound and moving or still picture rights including, without limitation, on the Internet, vest exclusively with the Organisers and any material filmed or recorded at the Event may only be used for the personal, non-profit making enjoyment of amateurs. By entering the venue, Ticket Holders consent to being photographed, filmed or recorded as visitors attending the Event, and consent to the image or recording of them being used in future marketing material for the Event, or their sponsors.’

Maybe I’ll visit Electric Picnic next.

A Taste of Dublin (Marcel Kreuger)