Patrick Mccabe

Patrick Kavanagh was in many ways a man ahead of his time. Fifty years before the Nobel committee arrived a similar (though still controversial) opini(...)

Patrick Pye, an 88-year-old artist with fading sight and restricted mobility, was told by the Arts Council at the end of last month that his €17,180 A(...)

The writer Colm Tóibín has condemned controversial proposals from the Arts Council to cut grants for non-productive artists and to introduce audits to(...)

It’s that time of year when many people are again wrestling with one of the great philosophical questions: “Is it about a bicycle?” Yes, tomorrow’s 51(...)

Ireland, summer 2009: a country in recession, people emigrating in droves, the formerly bustling main streets of rural towns hollow with empty windows(...)

“Modern” is a funny word in Ireland. In other countries, modern implies a straight line of development, from rural to urban, from agricultural to ind(...)

“To strengthen this town of Cork I have been of late casting up certain earthworks, but that your Lordship may know that I have a care of her Majies (...)

– Paddy Clarke – Paddy Clarke – Has no da. – Ha ha ha. I didn’t listen to them. They were only kids. If Patrick McCabe’s The Butcher Boy (the entry(...)

Art has a way of anticipating anxieties that are still under the surface. The 1990s would be a decade in which Ireland became increasingly disturbed b(...)

In Aidan Higgins’s view, the late Dermot Healy (1947-2014) was the natural heir to the experimental narrative tradition in Irish literature – a cou(...)