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The Invisible Woman
Lucy
sits in her room remembering. Abandoned as a baby, most of her life
has been taken up with a quest for her mother. Through free association,
she gradually builds up a picture of her life. And stripping away
the false memories and lies that have formed the foundation of her
existence, she finally has to face up to some terrible truths.
The themes here are the unreliability of memory,
self-deception, alienation and waste.
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Grimaldi's Garden
The
Grimaldi of the title was father to perhaps the greatest clown of
all time, Joey. When Signor Grimaldi came from Italy to London'to
work at Drury Lane Theatre he missed the colour and sunshine of
his native country so much that he filled a grey winter garden with
artificial flowers.
The contemporary Dublin of the novel
is full of people whose lives need from time to time a touch of
the magic of Grimaldi's Garden: Francis, the librarian who aspires
for something other than his wife's varnished lifestyle, Sonya,
the waif-like actress who wants to study the Commedia del Arte,
Ruth, the tolerant, talented artist with a special child, the idiot
savant Hannah, and many others whose lives touch theirs.
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Where the Grass is Greener Voices of Immigrant Women in Ireland
This
book is a remarkable collection of personal interviews with women
from all over the world who have chosen Ireland as their home. Some
have been there for decades, others are part of the wave of recent
arrivals. Some came to be with their Irish husbands or partner,
others came on their own personal reasons. Taken together, their
fascinating life stories provide a rare and welcome glimpse into
what it means to be an outsider in a foreign land
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The Last Day
The Last Day is a novel I wrote in the late nineties and
for which, despite the best efforts of my agent, no publisher has
been found. Responses were generally encouraging, of the "after
due consideration and with regret we find we cannot fit it into
our list" order. "Charming" and "slight" were other comments, both
of which, I feel, missed the point.
Personally, I am very fond of this piece, a cross between Under
Milk Wood and The Book of Revelation, with that salty
flavour of north Dublin often associated with Roddy Doyle, and where
I lived for ten years. You can judge for yourselves, as I have decided
to include the whole novel here for you to read.
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