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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No news: letters from John McGahern, who didn’t like writing letters
A protest against ‘the developer’ and paean to the wildness within
A Reader from ‘Archipelago’, a review celebrating wild Britain and Ireland
The pursuit of fictive pleasure: on not getting Fernando Pessoa
Jonathan Franzen’s America is a place of insecurity and confusion.
The relentless self-questioning of Emmanuel Carrère’s nonfictions
‘The Rooney Effect’: taking the affective temperature of the patriarchy
An inspiring essay collection from inside the Travelling community
Blake’s visions of Eden and the meaning of imagination in his verse
The innovator Euripides puts the heedless Greek gods on the stage