There’s a lot of stuff like that on US bookshelves. I thought I was quite clever to dredge up a fairly well-written book about Ireland, with some good photos – although I’d been in the States long enough to have developed a filter for the plugs and the ‘chicken soup’ mawkiness. I gave it to my feisty 84-year-old Irish-American neighbour as a present, and he threw it back at me. Wrong end of Ireland.