Maurice Hearn sits alone in the café bar at the ferry terminal. He turns the remains of a third brandy in its glass. You keep going any way you can. The motions of the alcohol are familiar: the easy warming, the calm sustain, and now the slow grading into remorse. A melancholy hour falleth. As […]

It went around the village quickly. No one really knew what to do or say. Still, Kit and Paddy were kept busy with the visitors those first few days. People climbed the lane up from the main road in twos and threes and walked the fields down from Jamestown and Bunnacree to sympathize and speculate […]

Maeve had sandbags in her belly. When shit had happened before, she’d only had to share streets with the other side. But that morning she’d be sharing the air she breathed. And there was Aoife to think about. When she’d first moved to the town from the Free State, she’d been pure clueless. Maeve had […]

An obsession, a mania, Lib supposed it could be called. A sickness of the mind. Hysteria, as that awful doctor had named it? Anna reminded Lib of a princess under a spell in a fairy tale. What could restore the girl to ordinary life? Not a prince. A magical herb from the world’s end? Some […]

No one needs a relationship. What you need is the basic cop-on to figure that out, in the face of all the media bullshit screaming that you’re nothing on your own and you’re a dangerous freak if you disagree. The truth is, if you don’t exist without someone else, you don’t exist at all. And […]

How light and tall he almost felt walking along with this girl at his side and some fresh, new, unrecognisable joy in his heart. Was it possible that the best bit of him was shining forth, and surfacing? Some part of him, whatever it could be called – was there any name for it? – […]

self-portrait: at sea I’d like you to sing, he said.  We don’t sing, Mr Lloyd.  But I need something to focus on. Counting or singing.  Not in this boat.  I read in a book that you people always sing while rowing.  Not a very good book then, is it, Mr Lloyd?  I came here because […]

She hears all the voices from when she was little, soothing, strengthening: Don’t be scared, not of monsters, not of witches, not of big dogs. And now, snapping loud from every direction: Be scared, you have to be scared, ordering like this is your one absolute duty. Be scared you’re fat, be scared your boobs […]

The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wild with a million intoxicating secrets. I don’t trust that smell. It hooks us somewhere deeper than reason or civilization, in the fragments of our cells that rocked in oceans before we had minds, and it pulls till […]

The summer stretch had come into the evenings: it was gone seven, but the sky was a soft clear blue and the light flooding through the open windows was pale gold. All around us the Place was humming like a beehive, shimmering with a hundred different stories unfurling. Next door Mad Johnny Malone was singing […]

I saw her to the front door and closed it immediately after her as soon as she had stepped outside it. I went back into the flat, into the sitting-room, and closed the door. The room was sweet with heavy dusty sunlight. Her chair was where it had been. She had left her copy of […]

Soon it was almost too dark to see. The birds could still be vaguely apprehended, close overhead, like great leaves that fluttered but never fell, until at last they disappeared, gathered up into the obscurity of the coming night. Michael began to pace slowly back down the middle of the avenue. He did not turn […]

“Look, Cathleen, will you give up the nonsense? We’re eighteen and we’re bored to death.” She lit a cigarette and puffed vigorously. She went on: “We want to live. Drink gin. Squeeze into the front of big cars and drive up outside big hotels. We want to go places. Not to sit in this damp […]

This is the one thing I hope: that she never stopped. I hope when her body couldn’t run any farther she left it behind like everything else that tried to hold her down, she floored the pedal and she went like wildfire, streamed down night freeways with both hands off the wheel and her head […]

Out of absolutely nowhere I felt a sudden, sweet shot of joy, piercing and distilled as the jolt I imagine heroin users get when the fix hits the vein. It was my partner bracing herself on her hands as she slid fluidly off the desk, it was the neat practiced movement of flipping my notebook […]

After Julius’s departure Rupert sat for a long time thinking about what had been said. Was Julius wholly serious, half serious, or not serious at all? It was very hard to say and perhaps Julius himself did not really know. Rupert looked over at the pile of yellow notebooks, their neat order destroyed by Julius’s […]

This is a female text, composed by folding someone else’s clothes. My mind holds it close, and it grows, tender and slow, while my hands perform innumerable chores. This is a female text, born of guilt and desire, stitched to a soundtrack of nursery rhymes. Doireann Ní Ghríofa: A Ghost in the Throat Äänikirjapalvelun algoritmit […]

As I lay there, listening to the soft slap of the sea, and thinking these sad and strange thoughts, more and more and more stars had gathered, obliterating the separateness of the Milky Way and filling up the whole sky. And far far away in that ocean of gold, stars were silently shooting and falling […]

He left the station yard at a run and began to run along the road towards the school. It was a long way. The hot sun struck him on the brow with repeated blows, and the warm air refused to refresh his lungs. He ran on, panting and gasping. He must get to his bicycle, […]

The pizza arrived startlingly fast, seared with black from the wood fired oven. It smelled so good, Noah somewhat regretted ordering the fish.Michael glowered. “I knew there’d be goddamn margherita.”“Those are just basil leaves, for a garnish.” Noah lifted one off with his fork.“I don’t eat fucking garnish.” Michael gouged them out and flicked them […]

Mrs. Lee-Mittison brought their Continental Daily Mail down to the lounge with her and sat on it. She did not wish to read it herself, but did not dare to put it down beside her because she knew that someone would come up and ask just to glance at it – people so soon lose […]

In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don’t have jobs, so I don’t know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the […]

Doctor Lynn peered into the abdominal cavity, which was pulpy with dark juice. She dictated: Liver swollen, signs of internal bleeding. Kidney inflamed and oozing. Colon ulcerated.  I followed her scalpel with my own, taking samples.  She murmured, We could always blame the stars. I beg your pardon, Doctor? That’s what influenza means: influenza delle stelle–the influence of […]

Where there are no trees, the earth is an ochre yellow, scored with deep zigzag lines, quite a picture, and the young curled leaves are starting to sprout on the tips of the branches. In the night, when I lie awake, I see sky. A vast violet expanse of sky, a land of beauty that […]

At this point perhaps I should say a word about myself. My name is James Donaghue, but you needn’t bother about that, as I was in Dublin only once, on a whiskey blind, and saw daylight only twice, when they let me out of Store Street police station, and then Finn put me on the […]

Isä on jotenkin niin kuin Pyhä kolminaisuus, koska hänessäkin on kolme erilaista ihmistä. On lehteä lukeva aamuihminen, on iltaihminen satuineen ja rukouksineen, ja on se joka joutuu huonoille teille ja tulee kotiin viskiltä lemuten ja vaatii meitä kuolemaan Irlannin puolesta. Se huonoille teille joutuminen surettaa, mutta en minä isää voi hyljätäkään, koska se aamuihminen on […]

I liked imagining Julian had a wife back in England. I am a jezebel, I’d think. This wine rack was a wedding gift and I am using it to store Jack Daniel’s because I have terrible taste in everything. She is Catholic – in the English recusant aristocrat sense, not the Irish poverty sense – […]

I am trying. And I am afraid. I am afraid to write about side-stepping and feelings and overwork and depression and breakdown because I am still convinced that admitting vulnerability makes me weak, not strong. I am afraid of confirming that I am young and cute and powerless. I am afraid of admitting to all […]

Nick ja minä olimme tavanneet viikon aikana pari kertaa, aina silloin kun Bobbi oli ollut luennoilla. Nick toi käydessään pieniä tuliaisia. Yhtenä päivänä hän toi jäätelöä ja keskiviikkona rasiallisen donitseja O’Connell Streetin kojusta. Donitsit olivat vielä lämpimiä kun hän tuli, ja söimme ne kahvin kanssa ja juttelimme. Hän kysyi, olinko ollut paljon yhteydessä isääni viime […]

It was a difficult time to be Irish, a difficult time to be twenty-one years of age and a difficult time to be a man who was attracted to other men. To be all three simultaneously required a level of subterfuge and guile that felt contrary to my nature. I had never considered myself to […]

Yksi Jackin lause oli jäänyt kaihertamaan hänen mieltään, sillä ei ollut Jackin tapaista puhua niin kiihkeästi mistään. Oli outoa että Jack oli sanonut olleensa alussa valmis tekemään mitä tahansa päästäkseen kotiin. Hän ei ollut sanonut mitään sellaista kirjeissään. Eilisille tuli mieleen, että Jack ei ehkä ollut kertonut kenellekään, ei edes veljilleen, miltä hänestä tuntui, ja […]

Nora huomasi miettivänsä, mihin voisi mennä, oliko jotain kaupunkia tai vaikka kaupunginosaa Dublinissa, missä olisi tällainen samanlainen talo, vaatimaton rivitalo puiden reunustamalla kadulla, missä kukaan ei voisi tulla käymään heidän luonaan ja he saisivat asua rauhassa kolmestaan. Ja sitten hän huomasi ajautuvansa kohti seuraavaa ajatusta – että sellaisen paikan, sellaisen talon mahdollisuuteen sisältyisi se, että […]

They were night people, one step away from ghosts, and strangers to each other. Some had husbands, as she guessed by their wedding rings, and many had children, who, contrary to the rules, telephoned in the night to report some crisis. The mothers, knowing that phone calls were forbidden, lurked in corners, to listen. Many […]

Meillä vietettiin viime viikolla vapun lisäksi pojan 6-vuotissynttäreitä. Onneksi lahjaksi tuli autojen lisäksi myös pari mahtavaa kirjaa yhteisiin iltasatuhetkiimme. Perustimme pojan kanssa hiljattain myös yhteisen lukupiirin ja sen voisi sanoa olevan täysin Leijuvan pojan ansiota. Istuimme tässä yhtenä päivänä kahvilassa ja innostuimme puoleksi tunniksi keskustelemaan juuri lukemamme John Boynen Leijuva poika -romaanin teemoista. Ja ne eivät […]