My rating has more to do with the subject rather than the quality of the writing. I have enjoyed reading Johnson's books in the past, but this one felt like he was fulfilling an assignment more than following a passion. The beginning does not set out the scope or significance of the tale but merely jumps into why Ireland was under the control of England for most of its history (they never unified under a central king and Rome wanted to establish order and so the job went to the Norman king in England). From there it is a tale of how the poison of hierarchy and entitlement can spread throughout the social order (so forever more the English aristocracy came first, then Irish aristocracy loyal to England, then Irish aristocracy who leaned toward Ireland and then everyone else--religious differences came after the Reformation, which never came to Ireland) and so the result is not an inspiring tale but more a series of woes, disappointments and tragedies. What I appreciated about this history was how it complicated the simpler story of it being merely Catholics versus Protestants. During the nationalist drives of the nineteenth century, at first the drive for Irish independence was not religiously defined. But because of the Protestant majority in the north and a bias toward them among British leaders, Ulster (the name of the northern counties) violently resisted "home rule," wanting to remain a part of the United Kingdom, and the conflict became Protestants versus Catholics. Those decades of bloody conflicts ended with Irish independence in 1922 with a new Northern Ireland remaining a part of the UK (Ulster). Because the book was written in 1984, it does not deal with "the Troubles" of Northern Ireland, which lasted from the 1960s until 1998. While not inspiring reading, the book filled in much I did not know, and for that I am grateful. Still, mostly I feel fortunate that whenever I visit Ireland, I will encounter a prosperous free state that is shedding much of its troubling past.