There is James Joyce, the lionised author; there is young Jim Joyce, full of confidence and with nothing to justify it and no good reason to believe he ever will; and there is Stephen Dedalus, the fictional altar of his ego. Continue reading
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A Good Girl from Graigh na Muilte Iarainn
A Galway man, with Norman and Spanish blood, coursing and cursing through his veins, he could cant and gammer with horse traders Continue reading
No Time for Love
‘Murder wasn’t enough. These guardians of one version of independence would ration even human sympathy.’ Continue reading
Kids in Australia by Noel King
None of my three sons are here to share it Continue reading
