The unnamed central character of this short story finds himself suddenly craving blood. He can’t understand it, he is a normal person, a normal man, why on earth is this happening to him. He tries to rationalise it, maybe he has an iron deficiency? Or maybe it is a totally misdirected sex-drive? And yet, he continues to find himself being drawn towards blood. Bloody raw steaks, the next-door neighbour’s chickens…
From the new glass bridge which spanned the inscrutable waters of the Grand Canal, the tram purred downhill and glided gently into the heart of the city.
It was the opening of this book that persuaded me to buy it. The way Ní Duibhne pokes fun at that certain class of Dublin people. It made me smile, but because I knew that there really are people who think that way. Or at least there used to be, now with the demise of the Celtic Tiger maybe there are less of them than there once were.
ISBN: 0571218016 See also: Three Monkey’s Interview ; Dublin’s One Book One City ; He was born in the dying days. It was the withering end of 1896. He was called William after the long-dead Orange King, because his father took an interest in such distant matters. It seems to have taken me ages to (Read More)
A busker and a Bis Issue seller meet on the streets of Dublin. He also repairs hoovers, which is handy, as she has a problem with hers. He fixes it. She asks him to sing. They talk and chat and sing and write songs. Eventually they even record a song. Not much of a storyline (Read More)
A great film. Found it really funny, and despite the fact that it is a very Irish film there is not a bit of Oirishness to it. The plot revolves around two lads who work in the local warehouse type shop. One has no love life at all, the other has recently broken up with (Read More)