‘Of all the arts centres and theatres outside of Dublin where I’ve heard OTC productions, the Solstice [above] in Navan is in a league of its own.’ Photograph: Ros Kavanagh

Music Network’s December 10th concert was one of those annual thank-yous to stakeholders and friends. On December 13th the Crash Ensemble played th(...)

My wife’s latest scheme to suck all of the joy out of Christmas is called degifting? It’s basically a no-present amnesty you agree with your neares(...)

Brownswood House, a 19th-century estate in Enniscorthy, Co Wexford, and No 21 Rue Bonaparte in Paris’s Latin Quarter share one thing in common – Ei(...)

Sean Lynch’s For the Birds, which works with the myth of An Buile Suibhne

What connects a block of ice at the Irish Museum of Modern Art, a cow pat in Carlow, the poetry of WB Yeats and Tom Murphy’s play Bailegangaire? Th(...)

A store star is born: Conor Pope goes to work in Arnotts for the day. Photograph: Aidan Crawley

Bringing an infamous sex offender to the table on the first day of a new job seems like a bad idea, so I lie to my fellow recruits around the table(...)

Photograph courtesy of Dublin City Gallery the Hugh Lane

In contrast to James Joyce’s embrace of modernism and escape from Ireland, the Limerick-born artist Seán Keating despised modernist art and returned i(...)

Irish Roots

Can genealogy constitute real history? When I started RF Foster’s new book Vivid Faces: The Revolutionary Generation in Ireland 1890-1923, I thought t(...)

Contender: part of Into the West of Ireland, by Paul Henry. Photograph courtesy of the National Gallery of Ireland

Joseph Stalin called artists “engineers of the human soul”, and to show that he meant this as a high compliment he added that the production of souls (...)

Artist in exile: James Joyce in Zurich around 1918, shortly after he finished the book. Photograph: C Ruf/Archive Photos/Getty 1:55

Before the Easter Rising of April 1916 the banner that hung from Liberty Hall in Dublin read “We serve neither king nor kaiser but Ireland”. At the en(...)

Ulysses: like all great books, it makes a great internal mess in the reader that might take years to tidy up

If a person is sentimental, and so inclined, he or she can consider the development of their life in terms of the books that punctuate its various (...)