Lost in Dublin Lost in Dublin? That’s good for you. Trust me.

I can just say that I am happy and very proud of this. Thank you so much, Catherine. It’s an honor for me.

Bheoláin knew that the Winter Queen would have eaten her if she had found her. The Winter Queen eats everything…

I had disseminated some (almost) Irish stories (short stories) on this blog. From this blogpost you have the chance to read them.

A few days ago I found out on Irish Medieval History Facebook Page that “Irish monks invented the space between words”. This is a short story about an unusual Viking, a young, smart Irish monk and that invention…

< Gráinne? > Enda uí Rómhar had been waken up by something. Of course he thought it was his wife. It happens to everybody that, barely awake, things in your head are a little bit fuzzy. Sleep is a mysterious thing and awakening even more, perhaps. But a few moments …

The structure of my third book is, in the end, clear: 15 short stories and a novel.

The day I met John Banville… Or Benjamin Black?

The Day We Met Roddy Doyle by Max O’Rover Synopsis The Day We Met Roddy Doyle is a tribute to Irish literature and to Ireland itself, but it is also a journey, spiritual and physical, of four people who for some reason or the other suffer pain, uncertainty, but above …

They should have realized I was there simply by looking to the left side of the Bóithrín. Because the grass withered under my shadow. But they never see me. They don’t look, so they don’t see. The funny thing is that they see me where I’m not… I hadn’t been in Ireland since …