To everyone who told me to write a book – I’ve done it.

But it’s not about independent bookstores, interesting people or any of the other topics I’ve talked about in this space over the years. It’s a self-help book that encourages us all to practice non-action. [At this point you’ll …

Not proofreading your work? It’s like farting in church.

It makes it awfully hard for people to pay attention to what you want to say. A while back I wrote a piece on sloppy usage and poor proofreading. Since I wrote about writers using style instead of …

Tell me a good story. And please, please, tell it well.

Good storytellers may not be good writers. Good writers may not be good storytellers. They’re brilliantly boring stylists. But when I find a book that tells me a good story, telling it well without calling attention to its …

Did I become the punchline of bookseller’s joke?

You may have seen the cartoon where a customer comes into a bookstore asking for a book, “I don’t know the title but it has a blue cover.” I wasn’t quite that bad, but I had a definite …

Happy Bloomsday!

Leopold Bloom speculated that it would be a “good puzzle would be to cross Dublin without passing a pub.”  What if today you crossed your town and didn’t pass, but stepped into, your local bookstore. [And if they’re …

Dublin in a day – by the book?

Dublin’s different now from the days when it was my second home. And not just because of the Covid lockdown fallout. It’s younger – or am I older? Til the 2008 crash it was a great place for …

Modern Times in Dalkey, sans Damon, Enya & Bono

It seems like I was in a galaxy of both a long ago past and a far-away future. I was sitting in a railway station – Dublin’s Connolly – doing what I’ve had a lifetime of practice doing: …

I wasn’t wearing a mask. Neither was she. Were we beyond the Pale?

I was brain dead. My mind was mush after 50+ weeks on the road and even more stores with countless shelves full of books whose titles kept me constantly tilting my head from side to side. Barbara saw …

Blowing in from the beach – and other places, too

There’s something nice about walking along a deserted beach, one that you’re sharing with just a few dogs and their owners. Should I mention that the dogs looked rather joyous when their miserable-looking owners called for them to …

Once upon a time…at a castle near a campus

I was waiting for the traffic signal to change to change when a different light appeared – in my brain, not on the street I was waiting to cross. It wasn’t Maynooth’s classrooms and bookstores that started me …