Don Quixote is the best book out there on political theory, followed by Hamlet and Macbeth. There is no better way to understand the tragedy and the comedy of the Mexican political system than Hamlet, Macbeth and Don Quixote. They’re much better than any column of political analysis.
Jenny Farrell remembers Ethel Voynich, who died 60 years ago this month, and who wrote The Gadfly – An Irishwoman’s novel about revolutionaries Liam Mellows read this novel of... Continue reading
Jenny Farrell reviews Tomás Mac Síomóin’s The Gael Becomes Irish: An Unfinished Odyssey, Nuascéalta, 2020. “The Gael Becomes Irish”is Tomás Mac Síomóin’s latest publication, and it continues... Continue reading
Jenny Farrell discusses Charles Dickens, the first English novelist to put ordinary people at the heart of the story This month marks the 150th anniversary of the... Continue reading
Fran Lock interviews Dr Golnoosh Nour, who was born in Tehran, about her new book, The Ministry of Guidance and Other Stories. Her debut poetry collection Sorrows... Continue reading
Jenny Farrell discusses Margaret Atwood’s Maddaddam trilogy Margaret Atwood, who turns 80 in November 2019, has written several novels that explore dystopian situations or circumstances where people are... Continue reading
Sean Ledwith shows how Finnegans Wake, far from being an incomprehensible waste of Joyce’s genius, is an anti-fascist masterwork, uniting and celebrating the wholeness, richness and vibrancy... Continue reading
David Betteridge re-tells an old tale, inspired by John Berger, Timothy Neat, and Margaret Bennett, with drawings by Bob Starrett The Cave of Gold by David Betteridge On... Continue reading
Phil Brett has just published Gone Underground, the second of his Pete Kalder novels. It’s a crime novel, set in a future revolutionary Britain, and here he explains... Continue reading
Poetic Justice by Moya Roddy Fuckin’ mad, Stacey thinks, eyeing the crowd milling outside the theatre. Imagine goin’ to hear poetry this hour of the morning. Across... Continue reading