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Dublin in the mid­-1970s. Nine years old. It was a school day, but my father had brought me to work at his newspaper, the Evening Press, where he was features and literary editor. We climbed the stairs to his small third­-floor office. There were more books than wallpaper. On the floor, magazines …


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