The Unfortunate Fursey by Mervyn Wall
Fursey is a lay brother in Clonmacnoise. The only monastery in Ireland to be unafflicted by demons and other such occult presences. …
The Ransom of Dond by Siobhan Dowd
Illustrated by Pam Smy Darra lives on the island of Inniscaul is a small island off the coast of Eriu, or Ireland. …
Downturn Abbey by Paul Howard
Ross O’Carroll-Kelly started life in The Sunday Times and currently stars in The Irish Times, he is a fictional wealthy southside Dubliner. …
A week in winter by Maeve Binchy
Chicky left her home on the west coast of Ireland and headed off to America after a whirl-wind romance. Full of ideas …
Donegal fairy stories by Seumas MacManus
I do enjoy fairy stories, of all shapes and sorts. When I was younger I read plenty of the children’s versions of …
Gabriel’s gate by Tom Galvin
With the demise of the Celtic Tiger and the onset of the “economic doom and gloom” so popular in the media at …
The Islandman by Tomás Ó Criomhthain (1856–1937)
Translated from the Irish (An tOileánach) by Robin Flower Tomás Ó Criomhthain, or, if you’d prefer an anglicised version, Thomas O’Crohan, was …
The pink cage by Derbhile Dromey
Astrid is a bitch. She doesn’t see herself that way, but as I started this novel I really didn’t like her. She …
Blood by Roddy Doyle
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…
How many miles to Babylon? by Jennifer Johnston
ISBN: 9780141046969 ; Quotes Because I am an officer and a gentleman they have given me my notebooks, pen, ink and paper. …
A swift, pure cry by Siobhan Dowd
Author: Siobhan Down ISBN: 9780099488163 DDC: 823.92 LibraryThing | Wikipedia | Siobhan Dowd Trust The place brought to mind a sinking ship. …
Fox, Swallow, Scarecrow by Éilís Ní Dhuibhne
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.