...and It Strikes Her, As

Anakana Schofield Is Part Of A New Wave Of Wonderful Irish Fiction-international In Scope And Electrically Alive.

...it Was Necessary To Love Silence, But Before You Could Love Silence You Had To Have Noise.

She Wanted To Tell Him So Mach, On The Tarmac, The Day He Left. The World Is Run By Brutal Men And The Surest Proof Is Their Armies. If They Ask You To Stand Still, You Should Dance. If They Ask You To Burn The Flag, Wave It. If They Ask You To Murder, Re-create.

The Irish Are Great For Their Tunes, But All Their Lovesongs Are Sad And Their Warsongs Happy.

The City Was Bigger Than Its Buildings, Bigger Than Its Inhabitants Too. It Had Its Own Nuances. It Accepted Whatever Came Its Way, The Crime And The Violence And The Little Shocks Of Good That Crawled Out From Underneath The Everyday.