‘What a scatterbrain, what a feckless girl’—so my mother would say of me to a guest, a visiting policeman, a neighbour coming over about some farm problem. ‘What a harum-scarum!’ Did she believe in the evil eye? No. And the Chinese, who, we are told, may say of their own, ‘This is my wor…
Chickens and Eggs
Our favourites from 2016
Why We’re Post-Fact
Peter Pomerantsev on the move to post-truth politics.
Violence in Blue
Statistician Patrick Ball on the unprecedented number of police homicides in the United States.
The Raingod’s Green, Dark as Passion
Kevin Barry remembers writing in Cork.
Events in the Skies
‘He told me that when he remembered his childhood that aeroplane was in the sky.’
Dorris Lessing: A London View
‘No one driving along it could possibly guess the truth.’
The Death of a Chair
‘To attack the chair I equipped myself with a saw, sharp scissors and a claw hammer.’