The author of 'This Happy' joins Danny Denton to read and discuss 'The Dead Hotel'.
'Sometimes I long for home, but not home as it is now, home back then. Back when it was nice. When the sun was always out, and we could play all day out of doors. Before I had to be a woman.'
As an "informal experiment", Kevin Power examines Megan Nolan's debut novel – and its reviews – and reflects on the purpose and meaning of literary criticism.
The author of 'Nora' reads 'Sing, Dance, Earn Your Keep', a darkly funny essay about work, adulthood, and life in a new city.
This “superb” new collection of stories from Philip Ó Ceallaigh is now available.
Featuring 240 pages of brand new writing, our summer is now available to order.
'Sometimes I long for home, but not home as it is now, home back then. Back when it was nice. When the sun was always out, and we could play all day out of doors. Before I had to be a woman.'
A story from Philip Ó Ceallaigh's upcoming collection.
"She felt both important and embarrassed, now, in the street. The afternoon was ageing amiably. The all-year plastic Santa bracketed to a chimney on Attracta Road was dusty in soft sun."
'Gloria! he said, not loud enough. Gloria! he shouted again. It sounded ridiculous, like some kind of dreadful Van Morrison tribute act. Gloria!'
"What do you think of, I said to my husband that evening, when you think of Monica Lewinsky?"
Michelle Coyne's anaesthetised protagonist falls into dangerous, freeing obsession on an Icelandic holiday.
Trouble is another stunning collection of stories from Philip Ó Ceallaigh, a writer who continues to amaze me with the intelligence and muscular elegance of his writing. There is a unique voice in evidence here, fusing Irish, American and Eastern European influences to make work in the highest tradition of the short story. — Lenny Abrahamson
26th July 2021
22nd July 2021
5th July 2021
'Sometimes I long for home, but not home as it is now, home back then. Back when it was nice. When the sun was always out, and we could play all day out of doors. Before I had to be a woman.'
A story from Philip Ó Ceallaigh's upcoming collection.
"She felt both important and embarrassed, now, in the street. The afternoon was ageing amiably. The all-year plastic Santa bracketed to a chimney on Attracta Road was dusty in soft sun."