“On a chilly morning in 1954, in her home in south Dublin, Eva Fitzgerald remembers her wedding day 28 years previously – and a vow extracted by her mother: “No matter what hand life deals you, promise me that you will strive tooth and nail for the right to be happy.” ‘Already, in these early pages…
He has been prying open the Irish ribcage since he was 16 years old … Pound for pound, word for word, I’d have Bolger represent us in any literary Olympics.
A fierce and terrifyingly uncompromising talent… serious and provocative.
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…
Joyce, O’Flaherty, Brian Moore, John McGahern, a fistful of O’Brien’s. This is a succulent Who’s Who of Irish Writing, and Dermot Bolger is of the same ilk … an exceptional literary gift.