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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Father’s Day

Celebrating fathers and sons with Stephen and Simon, James and John


A Visit to the Deathhouse

Franz Kafka died in a clinic outside Vienna suburb 100 years ago today


Find the Author

The delicate work of the historic manuscript detectives


Painting Light

Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin: listening as the wheel of language moves


John Barth: 1930-2024

The father of American postmodernist fiction dies aged 93