‘Out in the meadow, the ground was bare the way it is before the spring growth, blackened and covered in scabby grass. We searched for stones, but we couldn’t find any; we were forever picking stones that existed only in my father’s mind.’
In the autumn issue of the Dublin Review, Eileen P. Keane writes about her complicated and at times harrowing relationship with her father – as a child, as a young adult, and in the aftermath of his death. ‘Burying My Father’ is a remarkable feat of reconstruction – of a person, a place, and an atmosphere – that immediately ranks among the most powerful Irish memoirs of recent times.
Also in the autumn Dublin Review, Colm Tóibín’s rich and surprising long story ‘The Philosophers’ Walk’ brings us into the consciousness of Heinrich, a German novelist, as he grapples with the recent death of his father and makes plans for his new book. Nicola White recalls her part in a 1990 performance by Marina Abramović and the mysterious disappearance of a python. Brian Dillon writes about Claude Cahun, a French artist who, in her approach to gender play and self-portraiture, was many decades ahead of her time. And, last but not least: brilliant fiction by Niamh Campbell and Nicole Flattery.