‘His pain is made approachable, relatable, interesting—whatever else he may be, Carrère is always good company.’
Ahoy there… our All New Writers issue is on its way!
‘This was in Montpellier, in 2012. He was a legionnaire from Birmingham; his reclaimed name was Roger, and he was the most intelligent murderer I have ever met.’
‘We are many selves, and often these selves have rival needs. Some kind of truce must be established, if the work is to get written.’
Critic and debut novelist Rachel Connolly joins Nicole Flattery to discuss gossip, the guilty rich, and the skewed portrayal of female characters in contemporary fiction.
We are very, very proud to have published two of the six stories shortlisted for the Irish Book Awards Short Story of the Year 2022.
‘This was in Montpellier, in 2012. He was a legionnaire from Birmingham; his reclaimed name was Roger, and he was the most intelligent murderer I have ever met.’
‘In the hours and days after seeing Eugene, I was particularly bad: sobbing uncontrollably, vomiting, roaring into the hell’s bells of night. I prayed for typhus, Asiatic cholera, plain old consumption, anything that would do the job for me. I had no way to impart how terrible and terrified I felt except to write it down.’
‘Her husband was asleep beside her, snoring gently, and she lay, breathing shallowly, planning her next move.’
‘Marcello's not a guy who likes used underwear, old shoes or bare feet. He’s a perfectionist, or maybe just a hypocrite.’
‘Over Zoom one night, a therapist tucks her dark hair behind her ears and introduces herself as Maeve. They are about the same age, in their late thirties. She doesn’t ask about Orla’s childhood, or root around for scars. She says, Tell me what’s happening.’
‘When the other kids made fun of him for the holes in his jumper or not knowing who He-Man was, he just looked out the window towards home, the big house up the road and down the lane.’
1st September 2022
29th June 2022
‘This was in Montpellier, in 2012. He was a legionnaire from Birmingham; his reclaimed name was Roger, and he was the most intelligent murderer I have ever met.’
‘We are many selves, and often these selves have rival needs. Some kind of truce must be established, if the work is to get written.’
‘The drawer beside Roberta’s bed contained remnants of other people’s fun: a small mother-of-pearl box, inlaid with gold, a lipstick that was a stripe of fuchsia, a lucky charm in the shape of a dollar sign.’