Shadows Ulrik Skotte The Umbrella Murder The ...

It’s the end of August and I’m crammed into the window seat of a small artisan’s cottage preserved in the spirit of turn-of-the-century Donegal, Ireland. The fireplace, still in regular use, gives out

ELEANOR awoke with a start from a dream. Then she realised gradually, and with immense relief, that it was only a dream. It was one of the same sort that had been disturbing her sleep for some time. T

Novels, for me, have come from somewhere I wasn’t looking. In my twenties I was carrying an idea about a woman wandering around Ireland on a quest she didn’t understand and I sat in the Reading Room o

Thomas Pynchon’s haunted vision of history

Search for “bog” in this new edition of Seamus Heaney’s poems and you will find the word some 60 times; the 1,200 tissue-thin pages are mulchy with “the squelch and slap of soggy peat”. There is the o