She was eighteen and she was mixed up in the drug trade. Back then I saw her all the time but if I had to make a police sketch of her now, I don’t think I could. I know she had an aquiline nose, and for a few months she was a redhead; I know I heard her laugh once or twice from the window of a res…
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.
Introducing Andrés Neuman
‘When I come across these young writers it makes me want to cry’