Another major Dublin writer is Dermot Bolger. His vision of the city is ragingly incandescent, an inferno more nightmarish than anything imagined by Beckett. He has been described as Dublin’s Pasolini. Bolger is to contemporary Dublin what Dickens was to Victorian London: archivist, reporter, sometimes infuriated lover. Certainly, no understanding of Ireland’s capital at the close of the twentieth century is complete without an acquaintance with his magnificent writing.