The story of Enaiatollah Akbari, trans. from the Italian by Howard Curtis When Enaiat is around ten his mother takes him from his village in Afganistan and they travel Pakistan. And then, after a few days, she leaves him there, and goes back home to his younger brother and sister. At first Enaiat isn’t sure […]
I am not the sort of man who goes to prostitutes.
Well, I suppose that every man would say that. People would disbelieve it just because you felt you have to say it.
I’m quite a fan of de Bernieres’ works. I haven’t read them all but I have enjoyed the ones I’ve read. The two narrators of this book take turns in telling their shared story. One chapter will be Chris, the next is Roza’s. Chris is in his forties, a respectable, married man, a travelling salesman who seems quite distant from life in general. Roza is younger, in her twenties, an illegal immigrant from Yugoslavia.
Sean Óg Ó hAilpín…. His father’s from Fermanagh, his mother’s from Fiji – neither a hurling stronghold
Seems that the kerfuffle over the New York hurling win is growing. See they were supposed to lose, like they do every other year, but on this occasion they defeated Derry. So they should be playing Antrim in Ulster in their next match. But they have a problem. They don’t want to fly to Ireland […]