A collection of 30 portraits (short stories 10-12 pages in length), ostensibly about love, but perhaps really about how evil men are. By the third story with it's veiled threats of violence against women conjured by the sight of one with a long-since-healed throat slice, I suppose I knew what I w...
An amazing and as far as I know little-noted literary event took place in 2004. One element of the drama was the publication of Lilly Tuck’s national book award winner The News From Paraguay, an historical novel based on an obscure 19th Century South American military conflict between Paraguay an...
‘Did you see something?’ said Ferdy. ‘Did you see a car?’ ‘No, just,’ said Hanna. ‘I just need to check the old place.’ He looked over to her. ‘I don’t know. My father’s house. I just think we should.’ He got out of the car and followed her over to the black mass of the house. She shone the light...
In the Name of LoveCONOR AND I spent a long evening in Clonskeagh not shouting, at least for the first while. He came in while I was getting some clothes out of the Sliderobe. I always hated that thing. You could specify the finish when you signed for the house. You handed over three hundred gran...
Sometime in the afternoon, after long hours spent slapping about this vast puddle, we found the channel. The tan of the water began to grow thin. I did not notice until Whytehead pointed it out to me, but the general muck that we have lived upon for so many days was splitting, by liquid degrees, ...
Let the poor chicken wait awhile.Here I am on the Brighton line, on my way to collect my brother’s body, or view it, or say hello to it, or goodbye, or whatever you do to a body you once loved. Pay your respects. It is a mellow autumn day. I look out the window and am surprised that the Downs exi...