Writer of A Thread of Violence (2023), Notes from an Apocalypse (2020), To Be a Machine (2017)
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I met a woman earlier and her two dogs who were the uncle and nephew of each other, and I just think that’s the funniest possible relationship for two dogs who live together to have
Every nine months or so an American magazine will publish an article called “The Kids are Alt-Right” or similar about how cool people in their twenties are now right wing, and it’ll invariably be just some nerds
I was out earlier with my two kids, one in a buggy, when it started raining really heavily. A silver SUV stopped. A guy in a tracksuit jumped out, left the engine running. He opened the boot, took out a gigantic golf umbrella, handed it me silently, got back in the SUV, drove off
I was only in Galway for a couple of hours today, but long enough to see a man sitting on a low wall playing a tin whistle, and a passing man lean into his ear to say “Who the fuck would want to listen to that shite,” and then the first man leap off the wall to embrace the second
One real benefit of Musk-era twitter is that you don’t have to waste loads of time scrolling down to see the most truly moronic responses to viral tweets, because they appear in roughly descending order of stupidity
This really feels like the most chaotic moment yet of the pandemic. Nobody knows what the fuck is going on, everything is in flux, we’re sliding across black ice, who knows what we’re gonna hit. And yet still? Somehow? Very boring
A bunch of seven or eight young construction workers are sitting at a table near me in a cafe. After ordering, they all go quiet for a second. Then one of them says: “It’s fuckin’ lovely that we’re all here together.”
I love how this essay totally goes for the Nabokovian jugular at the end by revealing that the source of the oblivious narrator’s trouble is not that he’s a marginalized straight white male but that he is, in fact, just not a good writer. The unreliable narrator is back baby!
This sort of thing is just insanely belittling. As though one of the most ingenious novels ever written arose out of some trivial proto-mansplaining sitcom scenario. The line is blurring all the time between what people say for numbers and what they are sadly reduced to believing
A remake of Misery but it’s about a very successful and famous author who kidnaps and imprisons a reader who has a low opinion of their books and tortures them until they finally post kindly about their books online
They should make more movies with terrible Irish accents. It is impossible for Irish people to be unhappy when there’s a bad movie with bad Irish accents happening. It’s like the whole country just got given an ice cream.
I can’t tell you how charmed I was by this bicycle lane on Molesworth Street that begins and ends within about 8 feet. A lovely, unexpectedly whimsical touch from Dublin City Council.
I’m repeatedly struck by how routinely, in American tv shows and films, likeable and relatable characters end a fun night out by getting in their cars and driving home totally shitfaced
We all have bad days, & this is a high pressure situation for the King, but he’s under new levels of scrutiny now and people won’t associate this with public service.
I’m sorry to burst anyone’s bubble here, or offend any of my beloved friends and peers, but being published in the New Yorker does not make you cool by any reasonable standard of coolness
I didn’t even get a proper look at the guy, cos I trying to wind up a phone call at the time. All I could say was that he was wearing a tracksuit. It was one of the most purely charming things I’ve ever seen anyone do.
Weird how Bloomsday, a celebration of this genuinely filthy and anarchic book that was banned before it even published, is this comically genteel stations of the cross setup, while St Patrick’s Day, a celebration of Ireland’s conversion to Christianity, is pure fucking debauchery
I haven’t heard the Taylor Swift album, because I’m not interested enough to listen to it. But I am interested in the critical writing around it, and I’m struck by how much of it seems to express a desire for her to become better at music, so we can have better Taylor Swift songs
This visual of a development for Temple Bar Square reminded me of a great line about Dublin in Emilie Pine and Dead Centre’s play Good Sex: “We live in the imagination of some very boring men”
Very proud to announce that my book has been named one of Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman Al Saud's Summer Reads. I share the concerns around Saudi Arabia's human rights record, but ultimately MBS's Summer Reads gets books into people's hands, and that can only be a good thing
I've probably said this before, but these people have a lot in common with, for e.g., the most committed antisemites, in that their understanding of the world is so structured around a single obsessive hatred that absolutely everything can be made to connect to it.
Just saw a guy in traffic with his very elegant dog in the passenger seat. The dog and the guy looked at each other very briefly and then each looked out their respective side windows in a gesture of terminal boredom and sadness. The dog was wearing a seatbelt.
Saying Israel must do more to protect civilians in Gaza has, at this point, a kind of “the Zodiac Killer must do more to protect young couples in the Bay Area” feel to it
Writing tip: if a transition between sections doesn't quite work, have the first letter of the first word of the new paragraph be one of those massive ornate letters, and that will smooth over the cracks
You know what’s a terrible way to write? Anticipating every inane misreading people might come up with, and addressing t it in the text just in case. That is just pure death for any kind of serious writing, critical or otherwise
Honestly can’t remember a time when I’ve had so much straightforward admiration for an artist as I have for Jonathan Glazer. And, presumably by accident, he’s exposed in spectacular fashion the moral and intellectual degradation of his critics
Western Civilization is an old English historian saying horrible racist stuff on a YouTube show called Reasoned, whose host is a small boy sitting in a gaming chair
I’ve been trying to figure out what it is that I always found so moving about Sinéad O’Connor, as an artist and a person, and I think it has something to do with her extraordinary combination of vulnerability and strength, and the sense that they were one indivisible quality
My son is talking to his friend who lives across the street on a walkie talkie her dad left on our doorstop yesterday. I can hear him roaring from downstairs. "DO YOU MISS YOUR FRIENDS? OVER!"
The irony is this person is 100% right. The umbrella significantly worsened my situation, not least because a bitter argument then followed between my son and me over who would hold the umbrella—it was twice the size of him, and I couldn’t handle it with the buggy. Still though.
There’s a lot of old famous people out there with the power to surprise you by still being alive. For me though? The absolute king of still being alive? Jürgen Habermas
I went to New Zealand to write about the collapse of civilisation, an exhibition by
@dennnnnnnnny
, a cycling tour around Peter Thiel's apocalypse property with
@AnthonyByrt
, and a 1997 extremist libertarian manifesto that maybe connects it all
It’s like these people have a huge crater in the centre of their minds, made by the impact of transphobia, so that any subject that enters their minds rolls around for a while until it eventually falls into the transphobia crater
I was walking down Manor Street just now, and this woman motioned for me to stop. “Look,” she said, pointing at the sky. “Look at the rainbow.” I stood there for a few seconds and we just looked at it, and I thanked her for pointing it out. She was so happy about the rainbow.