On Monday, the National Transport Authority published a tender looking for someone to help it plan and oversee the roll-out of red-light and speed cameras.
Úna-Minh Kavanagh’s memoir tells of her adoption in Vietnam, upbringing in Kerry and move to Dublin – and it’s a celebration of the Irish language, writes our reviewer.
Artist Avril Corroon’s exhibition of toxic cheese wheels, made from mould in Dublin and London’s apartments and workplaces, opens soon at the LAB Gallery.
This novel is “a worthy and much-needed effort that cements Amitav Ghosh’s position as a master of the genre of climate-change fiction”, writes our reviewer.
At times this feels like an all-too-straightforward exploration of a cult musician’s work – but if the aim is to spark interest in him, it certainly succeeds.
Daithi Hanly, later a Dublin City Council architect, in 1942 outlined his vision for a new city at the Hill of Tara in Meath in a magazine published by a far-right group.
A member of The Corps Ensemble noticed the growth in cultural events and practices in Phibsboro – and that it didn’t have a theatre. So they’ve moved in and opened one.
There’s the Ear Fairy, who cleans people’s ears while they sleep, Banana Boy, whose fingers turn into bananas when he does something bad, and the Crabbit – half crab, half rabbit.
In this memoir, Gillies Macbain tells of arriving in Ireland in the 1960s and embarking on a life of domestic service among the declining Anglo-Irish ascendancy.
