It can be hard to showcase the real achievements of writers, but this small, jam-packed museum does pretty well, featuring unique and well-chosen memorabilia from Swift, Wilde, Yeats, Joyce, Beckett and others. Packed into its rather fusty wooden and glass display cabinets are some unusual and intriguing artefacts, such as the phone from Beckett's Paris apartment, and playbills from the Abbey Theatre's early days.
There's a great display on Brendan Behan, including a long letter he wrote from California to a friend back home in Dublin, after he made it big. He wrote of a party he'd attended with Groucho and Harpo Marx, adding, 'It was in the papers all over, but I don't suppose the Dublin papers had it. They only seem to know when I'm in jail or dying.' There are also occasional temporary exhibitions and live performances to spice things up a bit.