Two new writers and one well established.
Three recent novels with Irish authors or Irish themes.
He turned on his heels and walked out of sight like John Wayne at the end of The Searchers.
Sine fadas all over the place.
by Eda Payne My first Christmas in Australia was spent in 1959 in Renmark, a South Australian town on the River Murray. We erected a big marquee in the middle of a paddock. The heat was intense, every fly in Australia had settled there and the food was spread out in abundance on the groaning …
The branches were bending in the wind. Branches. An Craoibhín Aoibhinn. That was the pen name of the writer Douglas Hyde…
agus an ciúnas/a d’fhág an té a chuaigh
in airde fadó/ina dhiaidh
and the quietness left by the one who went up long ago
A new collection of short stories, some set in Australia, by Evelyn Conlon
My name is Mary Kirwan, from Wexford, Ireland. Hello to my newly-found descendants in South Australia. I would never have guessed that tragedy in my daughter’s early married life would have resulted in my DNA ending up at the bottom of the world.
The world seemed clear. The questions started later in life or when we went to the cities and were asked to convert and change our language to English, sometimes politely sometimes not so much. We got used to the requests, ‘can you please say that in English?’ or the statements ‘We speak English in here’ or ‘I’m afraid we don’t speak that language here’.