Maeve Binchy

Taking a group of female friends and exploring their lives and relationships is a staple of contemporary women’s fiction, from Maeve Binchy’s Circle o(...)

“Why does no one ever ask me up to dance?” This was the question Nuala O’Faolain asked at an evening hooley at the Merriman School in Lisdoonvarna in (...)

Charlotte’s Web author EB White once said that a writer should concern herself “with whatever absorbs her fancy, stirs her heart and unlimbers her typ(...)

A Dublin priest working with Syrian refugee children in Lebanon has urged people not to lose sight of the impact of the coronavirus crisis on the worl(...)

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a bestseller novel. Yes, I know, it’s hard for a man to do that these days. I could use a woman’s name. Like(...)

The late Maeve Binchy used to make an art form of eavesdropping in restaurants, at home and abroad. One day in 1978, she was having lunch in the Frenc(...)

“It’s way too early to tell,” the man is saying, leaning up against a display stand as though he hasn’t a hurry in the world. He is holding a jewelle(...)

1970 was the year of the Arms Trial, escalating violence in the North, and a six-month bank strike. Apollo 13 told Houston it had a problem. Nixon cam(...)

Eunice Baily was 16 in 1956 when she first gave a Christmas card to her school friend Clare Brazil. More than six decades later, that very same Christ(...)

There is an important piece of social history in a stone cottage near Dunquin in west Kerry; a cottage that appears modest in size on first entering, (...)