I am so at home in Dublin, more than any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me. It took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel - which I quite like too.
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Grief, addiction, abuse, self-harm, motherhood, breakdown, hilarity
The schemes and stratagems that help the rich stay rich
Thucydides and the pursuit of domination through warfare
Wintering out in Mayo’s lonely glens and boglands
Peadar O’Donnell walks into Franco’s military revolt
Poetry and place: the case for transnationalism and translocalism
Fiume and the ‘poetic dictatorship’ of Gabriele d’Annunzio
Dickens: master of imagination and verbal fancy footwork
Nora Barnacle’s life with ‘an envious, proud, lonely, discontented man’
A fictional exploration of ideas pushed to their logical conclusion