Talking to oneself was well known to be the first sign of madness. Mrs Baker was pale and distracted all the time. Her two little girls wore dirty clothes and had crusty nostrils. She would slide into the shop murmuring … Continue reading
I have already blogged about An Irishman Abroad on “Letters to Australia”, which is where I communicate with my son, who is living in Brisbane. For anyone interested in the Irish diaspora and the experience of rural poverty it should … Continue reading
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This year the annual Auto/Biography summer conference was held at the Caixa Forum in Barcelona, a perfect setting in which I was so absorbed by the superlative quality of the presentations that it was like a kind of meditation or … Continue reading