A child in trouble

Oddballs of Las Vegas

Life has a bad habit of mirroring art. Sometimes, this can be in a deeply sad way. A while after I wrote about the assumption of guilt in a traumatised young woman with poor social skills, I watched a

It was still dark when all the bells of Rome began to toll. Their chorus calling on the populace to wake, to pray, to work. Maddalena Viscuso looked back and saw a dawning strip which pushed against t

MINNIE MACMILLAN sat at the kitchen table before her typewriter, pecking away at the keys. She was making a new copy of the short story she had been labouring on for the past week. Her method was to f

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

He was a loving father, but w hat was he hiding?