Nicole Flattery is joined by writers Dean Fee and Emily Cooper to read and discuss Danielle McLaughlin’s short story, ‘Night of the Silver Fox’ and Mathew Sweeney's poem, ‘Donegal’.
UPCOMING: In-conversation event with Colin Barrett on Saturday April 6th in the United Arts Club, Dublin 2, at 3pm. Tickets now available. Booking required.
'In this respect, The Maniac is as much about the present as the past [...] Von Neumann’s delusions, filtered kaleidoscopically via the imagined reminiscences of those who knew him, prefigure the madcap fantasies of today’s transhumanists, accelerationists and techno-optimists.'
‘Before I became a writer, I had already failed quite a lot. I like to think it was good practice.’
‘There’s just something about the way you are together. It’s a quiet sort of thing, but I’d say it works, doesn’t it?’
Nicole Flattery is joined by writer Claire-Louise Bennett to read and discuss Lucy Sweeney Byrne’s short story, ‘To Cure a Body'.
‘There’s just something about the way you are together. It’s a quiet sort of thing, but I’d say it works, doesn’t it?’
‘After a while he forgot he was dancing with his pen pal’s mother and he believed she forgot that he was the soft pouchy boy her daughter had brought home. That was the joy of it. They forgot themselves.‘
The text of our 2023 lecture, which was delivered by short-story writer and novelist, Evelyn Conlon.
So Gelon says to me, ‘Let’s go down and feed the Athenians. The weather’s perfect for feeding Athenians.’
‘Words slip on each other, he had thought. We get out from under what we know, we fail to get out from what we think. We never discover what thinking is.’
‘They go around the block, dancing in their seats, screaming the lyrics at the bewildered Chris, and she finds herself wishing that they’ll never get there—that they could keep driving around and around like this forever.’
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19th December 2023
‘Before I became a writer, I had already failed quite a lot. I like to think it was good practice.’
‘There’s just something about the way you are together. It’s a quiet sort of thing, but I’d say it works, doesn’t it?’
‘After a while he forgot he was dancing with his pen pal’s mother and he believed she forgot that he was the soft pouchy boy her daughter had brought home. That was the joy of it. They forgot themselves.‘