Saturday, March 30, 2013

Janet E. Cameron

Beginner’s Pluck.
Interviewed by Sue Leonard.
Published in The Irish Examiner on 30th March 2013

Beginner’s Pluck. Janet E. Cameron.

Brought up in Nova Scotia, Janet then lived in Vancouver, Montreal and Toronto, before working as an English teacher in Tokyo.
“I met an Irishman there, during the 2002 World Cup. I moved to Ireland in March 2005.”

The character for her debut novel came to her during a creative writing assignment in 2006. But she left the story for four years, returning to it before taking the M Phil in Creative writing in Trinity College Dublin.

“I wanted to get some writing finished before I hit 40. I got more ideas for the main character, and decided to see where it would go. And the character kept talking.”

Shortlisted for the Fish Short Story Prize, and the Fish Memoir Prize, Janet won a place at the Novel Fair at The Irish Writers Centre last year. The novel is also being released in Canada.

Who is Janet E. Cameron?

Date of birth: 18th August, 1970 in Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Education: Bridgetown Regional High school. Dalhousie University; Concordia University in Montreal.

Home: Monkstown, County Dublin.

Family: Husband, the journalist Aodhan O'Faolain, and a cat, Jennie.

The Day Job: “I teach English at the Dublin Business School, two mornings a week. I write the rest of the time.”

Interests: Baking. “I love baking bread, muffins and bagels.”

Favourite Writers: Lorrie Moore; Michael Chaban; Douglas Adams; Miriam Toews.

Second Novel: “I’m working on one. It’s about a family dealing with suicide.”

Top Writing Tip: “Edit all of the time.”

Web: www.asimplejan.com. Twitter: @aSimpleJan

The Debut: Cinnamon Toast and The End of the World. Hachette Books Ireland: €14.99. Kindle: €9.33.

Stephen Shulevitz is about to graduate from high school in Nova Scotia. A misfit with dysfunctional parents, he realises he has fallen in love with his violent best friend. Meanwhile his other friend, Lana, holds a torch for him. Will he be able to move on without being ridiculed, and without hurting those close to him?

The Verdict: A stunning debut. Funny, poignant, and heartfelt. I loved it.

© Sue Leonard. 2013


Saturday, March 23, 2013

Brain on Fire. Susannah Cahalan.

Susannah Cahalan
Interviewed by Sue Leonard.
Published in The Irish Independent Colour Magazine on 23rd March, 2013



At 28, Susannah Cahalan is one of life’s golden girls. Gorgeous looking, she has an enviable job on the New York Post, and comes from a privileged background. She’s great company too; and clearly talented. Yet just three and a half years ago, Susannah lost her sanity, and almost lost her life.

It was 2009 when Susannah displayed signs of bipolar disorder. Finding work increasingly difficult, she suffered severe mood swings, and then, a terrifying seizure landed her in hospital.

“That early stage was really scary, because I still had my faculties,” says Susannah on a visit to Dublin. “I could think, ‘this is not me.’ I had no control over my emotions, and I would see myself doing things that were outside my normal behaviour.”

One night, staying at her father’s house, she became convinced that her father was trying to kill her stepmother.
“I could ‘hear’ him beating her up. I was convinced that he had murdered her. I remember feeling, I have to get out of here. I wanted to jump out of the window. I remember all those hallucinations. Those were hard.”

She was, eventually, admitted to the NYU Hospital’s epilepsy ward. Her condition deteriorated into psychosis and then catatonia. She ‘lost’ a month. Susannah was seeing the best doctors money could buy. She had numerous tests, all of which came back negative. And nobody could come up with a definitive diagnosis.

There were constant threats that she should be transferred to a psychiatric ward. One psychiatrist diagnosed Schizoaffective Disorder. And meanwhile, Susannah, making constant attempts to escape, was convinced that everyone on the ward, and on TV, was talking about her.

Then, deteriorating further, her speech slurred, and she became almost like an animal, drooling, and letting her tongue hang out of the side of her mouth. Her short term memory was obliterated.

“I watched the same film over and over, thinking it was for the first time. I repeated questions, time and again. That was so annoying for my boyfriend, Stephen,” says Susannah. “But he never doubted me. He could see that I was ‘in there’ somewhere. We’re still together. He’s with me, here in Dublin.”

Her fortunes changed when a certain Dr Najjar was brought in on her case. He asked her to draw a clock, a standard neurological test, and she wrote all the numbers on the same side. That proved that one side of her brain was ‘on fire.’ After performing a brain biopsy, he was able to give a diagnosis. Susannah had Anti-NMDA receptor autoimmune encephalitis; a condition only discovered in 2007.

“I was only the 217th person to have been diagnosed with it,” says Susannah. “And if it took so long for one of the best hospitals in the world to diagnose me, how many people were going undiagnosed, and condemned to life on a psychiatric ward or nursing home?

“I would not have got a diagnosis without my parents to fight for me, when I couldn’t fight for myself,” she says. “My condition resembled demonic possession.”

On the right treatment, her condition, slowly, improved. But she was unrecognisable. When her brother saw her for the first time, he described her as ‘a grotesque hybrid of an elderly woman without her cane and a toddler learning to walk.’

Susannah returned to work at the New York Post seven months after her initial seizure. The staff, good to her, broke her in slowly.
“They were wonderful to me,” she says. “I’d always been like the little sister. They saw me grow up. I worked there from when I was 17, and working in my summer, and Christmas breaks from College.”

She was still far from well. But less than a month after she’d returned to work, an editor asked her to write a first person article describing her experience. She contacted various doctors, including one Dr Bailey; a top neurologist who’d seen her near the start of her illness.

“He’d said my condition was due to too much alcohol,” says Susannah. “He told the doctors in NYU that I drank two bottles of wine a day. Yet I’d told him I drank two glasses. When I called him he said he didn’t have time to speak to me He was very dismissive. I remember hearing the dial tone when he’d hung up and feeling shocked by the way I’d been treated.

“Later, I met a girl with the same condition as me. Her parents said, ‘Thank goodness for Dr Bailey. He’d said to them, ‘you should check out this anti auto immune encephalitis. He said he’d read about it in a medical journal; not that he’d misdiagnosed a patient who had it.”

She’s never heard from him again. Yet she changed his name in the book to protect his identity.
“I’m not out for revenge. He’s considered one of the best neurologists in the country. He’s probably saved thousands of lives. I don’t want to ruin his reputation on one case. He’s old. He’s arrogant, and doesn’t have curiosity anymore. He saw my job profession, and in his mind, journalism meant booze.”

The article caused a sensation. Susannah won awards; Dr Najjar’s reputation was enhanced, and, from the ensuing media frenzy, a huge number of people managed to get a diagnosis; some from shoving Susannah’s article in front of their doctor’s noses.
“That feels so good,” she says.

It helped her on a personal level, too.
“People at work were confused as to what had happened. I’d gained 40 lb with the steroids. I had this big moon face. I was very slow. My speech was slow. I was aware that I was boring. People had thought, ‘did she have a breakdown?’ Now it was clear to them.”

After the success of the article, Susannah decided to write a book. She studied immunology textbooks, and neurological journals; she watched seminars, and conducted interviews with doctors; with nurses involved in her case; with friends who’s stuck by her; and with her family; trying to piece together all the time that she’d lost. Then she sold the proposal.

“That weekend, I thought I was finally ‘back.’ I went to my cousin’s wedding in New Mexico, and I was able to make small talk and not be nervous about it. I now realise I’m a terrible judge of my condition. I wasn’t completely well, back then. I was still recovering all the time I wrote the book. A scout, who saw my proposal, said my writing, in the book, was so much better than in the proposal. I’m pretty sure I’m back, now!”

There have been thousands of people diagnosed with Anti-NMDA receptor autoimmune encephalitis since Susannah’s diagnosis – and research has uncovered other, similar conditions.
“Everywhere I go, there seems to be another person who knows another person with it. I’ve been contacted by several people in Ireland. I’ve had this situation, so often, where someone connected to someone I meet, like a radio producer, has it. It can’t be that rare, it’s just undiagnosed.

“Yet you feel so alone. And you feel ashamed. I did a launch of my book in London with the Encephalitis Society. One man in the audience, diagnosed in 2011, said he felt desperate, not knowing what it was. He said, ‘I googled it and your picture came up. And there was this girl with red lipstick.’ He said, ‘I’m going to be fine.’ It was so amazing to hear that.”

Many people with her condition, don’t get their full function back. And there is a small rate of reoccurrence.
“I live with that fear,” says Susannah. “It doesn’t make me change the way I live. It doesn’t make me want to travel less, or do less. But a couple of months ago I had pins and needles in my hands. I immediately called Dr Najjar, and I had 6,000 dollars worth of crazy tests, and it ended up being from too much typing.

“When you’ve had a situation where you doubt your sanity, and are insane, it keeps you open to doubting your sanity. That’s a very uncomfortable thing.”

If she had a magic wand, would she turn back the clock and magic the experience away?
“I’ve thought about that, and no I wouldn’t. I’ve been able to help people, and it has changed me. I have a calling, and I didn’t before.

“You go into journalism for a variety of reasons, and one of them is because you want to help people. As a tabloid journalist, I typically don’t; you can end up hurting people. This is such an amazing affirmation. I have discovered what it means to do positive things with my work. Now, when I talk to people who have been through a trauma, I can really relate.

“When you think about it, I was only the 217th person to be diagnosed with Anti-NMDA receptor autoimmune encephalitis; how incredible that I was a journalist, and was able to tell my story. All that crazy training, seeing people who don’t want to talk to you, prepared me so well. I could not have written the book otherwise. It’s as if it was meant.”

Buy the Book now:


© Sue Leonard. 2013

Alicia Foster

Beginner’s Pluck..

Interviewed by Sue Leonard.
Published in the Irish Examiner on 23rd March

Beginner’s Pluck Alicia Foster



Alicia grew up surrounded by books.
“My family hadn’t a lot of money. They’d buy books rather than shoes.”

As a small child, Alicia wrote mini histories, but in her teens she favoured art. After Art College, she began to write about art.

“I was writing academic texts, and was researching for a book on the women artists in the Tate. I discovered a war artist, Grace Golden, who’d written diaries. One was missing. It covered a period when she’d married and her marriage ended. I wondered why.

“Wanting to use my imagination, I turned to fiction. I had to change my style of writing. It felt like being set free.”

Who is Alicia Foster?

Date of birth: 6th August 1967, in Leeds.

Education: Sowerby, North Yorkshire. Manchester University Met, Fine Arts.

Home: Folkestone, Kent.

Family: Husband and two children, aged 9 and 5.

The Day Job: Part time lecturer in History of Art. “I write the rest of the time.”

Interests: “I love film. I get obsessive. I dissect them.”

Favourite Writers: Muriel Spark; Graham Greene; Henry Greene; Elizabeth Bowen; Kingsley Amis.

Second Novel: “I’m writing it. It’s about a violent woman, and it’s set in the 1920’s, and in modern times. I’m interweaving two stories.”

Top Writing Tip: “I like Kingsley Amis’s advice. The application of your backside to the seat. You just have to sit with it, and struggle with it.”

Web: Twitter: Neither.

The Debut: Warpaint. Penguin, Fig Tree: €18.60. Kindle: €10.43

Three women artists have been asked to record wartime life; but the home office only want optimistic stories. What can they tell, and what must be concealed? Meanwhile, another artist, stationed in Bletchley Park, is working out quite where subterfuge ends.

“This is a different picture of the war. It’s well trodden ground, but there are still stories that haven’t been told, and this is one of them.”

The Verdict: This gives us a fascinating glimpse into these women’s wartime lives. Clearly well researched, it’s a cracking good story.

© Sue Leonard. 2013

Monday, March 18, 2013

Beginner's Pluck. Kevin Maher

Beginner’s Pluck.
Interviewed by Sue Leonard.
Published in The Irish Examiner on 16th March.

Beginner’s Pluck Kevin Maher.

Always good at essay writing, Kevin found it easy to express himself on the page. He became a journalist after University, but novel writing has always appealed.

“In 2001, I got fed up of journalism. I was film editor of Face magazine. I’d seen 2,000 films, and myself and my wife left London and moved to a fishing village in the North East of Scotland. We stayed there for a year and a half, and I wrote 50 pages of The Fields.

“I got an agent, and moved back to London, and journalism. I wrote two, overly pretentious novels, then came back to the first one. Realising story was interesting, I decided to tell a very simple story set in Dublin. I wrote it, very quickly, after our third child was born.”

Who is Kevin Maher?

Date of birth: 20th January, 1972, in Dublin.

Education: Oatlands College, Stillorgan, University College Dublin, BA, and MA in Film Studies.

Home: Hertfordshire.

Family: Wife, Rose, and three children. Two boys and a girl.

The Day Job: Fulltime Journalist with the London Times. “Too full time. I’d prefer more time for novel writing.”

Interests: Playing tennis. And motorbikes. “I have recently become a biker. I love it. It’s great for headspace.”

Favourite Writers: James Joyce; John Banville; David Mitchell.

Second Novel: “I’m about a tenth of the way through.”

Top Writing Tip: “Be violently honest. And don’t be afraid to tell a good story. If you think you’re better than story, that’s the death of a novel.”

Web: No. Twitter: @kevintmaher

The Debut: The Fields. Little Brown: €18.75. Kindle: €8.22.

It’s Dublin in 1984, and Jim Finnegan is developing an interest in girls. Miraculously, the beautiful Saidhbh returns his affections. Meanwhile, Fr O’Culigeen is trying to get Jim in his clutches, and at home, life gets disrupted for Jim and his five sisters, when their father becomes ill


“Everything is emotionally true, even where the events aren’t.”

The Verdict: An original coming of age story, told with great humour and panache.


© Sue Leonard

Thursday, March 14, 2013

News February, 2013

FEBRUARY 2013
I've just read an amazing debut. The Universe versus Alex Woods. It's by Gavin Extence, and is so good, I wonder whether anything better will appear this year.

Which reminds me; I never listed my 'best books' for 2012.

Top of the list was John Banville's Ancient Light, which I read back in January 2012. Banville displayed his usual literary brilliance, but combined this with readability. I read it, overnight, in Stanstead Airport. I just loved it.

Best women's fiction was Me Before You by JoJo Moyes- another book to come out in January, that was never surpassed. Best commericial Irishwoman was Ciara Geraghty with Lifesaving for Beginners. Best short stories was the exciting debut collection from Mary Costello, The China Factory. And a fifth book I simply adored was another debut; Tell the Wolves I'm Home by Carol Rifka Brunt.

That's my top 5. But there were many other amazing books last year. In One Person by John Irving was one; Alone in the Classroom by Elizabeth Hay another. If 2013 proves even half as good a year, we're in for many treats.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Dermot Bolger on Grief.

Dermot Bolger
Interviewed by Sue Leonard.
Published in Reality Magazine, March 2013.

The writer Dermot Bolger had always imagined that his wife would live longer than he would. So when in May, 2010, Bernie died, suddenly, on a trolley in an Accident and Emergency department, his grief was tinged with bewilderment.

“I once reviewed a book by Alice Taylor,” says Bolger. “She said, ‘when you are young you imagine the world is run by intelligent people making good decisions on your behalf, and then you grow up and see that it isn’t. That stayed with me. There is overwork; there is incompetence. Bernie’s death came as a shock to the doctors, as well as to me.”

The suddenness left him stricken.
“She died from an undiagnosed ruptured aortic aneurysm,” he says. “Other friends had partners die from cancer, and they’d known for months in advance, and that’s terrible, but there is a certain amount of preparation involved. And in my case, it was my wife playing golf, sunbathing in the garden, swimming, and then dying in front of my eyes after this perfect day.

“It’s all upon you, and there’s no way of preparing for this, and the million and one things you have to do. We’d been trying to move house for some time,” he says. “And suddenly, instead of making a decision about a house, you’re having to choose a coffin.”

In that first, terrible, year of grief, Dermot was trying to understand just why her death had happened. Floundering, he was barely able to function, let alone write. The support of his family and friends helped; and when his interview with Marian Finucane was broadcast in April, 2011, he received 200 letters from listeners, anxious to share their stories.

Support came from unexpected places too.
“I had been asked by BBC Radio 4 to write a play,” he says. “A few months after, I said to them, ‘I just don’t know if I’ll ever write again, so I can’t fulfil the commission.’ They just sent me the cheque and said, ‘you will write for us one day.’ That was a remarkable gesture.

“That first year is very difficult,” he says. “Having to cope with that first birthday, first Christmas and first anniversary. I went to grief counselling, but possible too early. There were medical questions consuming me, which the therapist could not answer. In the second year, it’s more of a blank landscape, with no first anything, and I gradually found myself able to write.”

At first, there was nothing creative.
“I remember one day, when I was alone in the house, lying in bed in the dark, and not fit for anything, the phone rang. It was the Daily Mail to say that Edna O’Brien was eighty, and could they have 1,200 words by two in the afternoon. I said ‘yes,’ got up and did it. I was using a different part of my brain.

“And a year and a bit in, I’d been asked to do a rewrite of a radio play for a theatre company in Dublin. I went in to my office – a room in All Hallows, and I began to rewrite a character in the play; a girl of 22 who loves discoing but is married to this really boring accountant. As I wrote she began to tell all these jokes and to my amazement she was really strong and funny. I found it shocking that I could do this again, and enjoy it. I remember feeling almost guilty.”

At the time, Dermot wanted to write something to honour Bernie’s life. But he was wary of writing a piece of prose, because he didn’t want to exploit her death for financial gain; or write a manual for grief.
“I didn’t want to become a spokesperson for grief,” he says. “I wanted to move on.”

At the time, he found bits and pieces of paper lying around. There were notes he’d written to himself, and he realised they were the start of poems.
“Poems take longer to write than prose, and are read by fewer people, but they can be small monuments and pieces of art. They allowed me the space to deal with Bernie’s death, and to create something from it. A book of poetry seemed to mark her death with more dignity.”

Although personal, the poems speak to everyone. When one was published in the Irish Times, reader response was overwhelming. And that’s no surprise. Beautifully structured, the poems encompass the love between the Bolgers, as Dermot remembers Bernie, and struggles with all the stages of grief.

In ‘Venice,’ the author recalls the horror of his wife’s experience in Accident and Emergency; but he intersperses the terror of that days with anecdotes of the happiest moments of Bernie’s life.

In ‘The Empty Car,’ he remembers his joy, driving home to Bernie after a literary night out, compared to the pain of facing her absence.
‘I was the man perpetually rushing home to be with you,’ he writes. And in ‘Warmth’, he describes the wonderful moments when, although he knew she was dead, he felt her presence.

Does he still feel it?
“I do,” he says. “I do yes, though not all the time.” Is it comforting? “It is actually. Yes. But there are certain problematic moments for the bereaved. Landmarks of the future become tinged with sadness. Our elder son graduated with a first class degree in Trinity; in pure maths which is quite an achievement. That occasion was tinged with her absence.”

There are times, still, when he becomes hijacked by grief.
“Grief is an insidious thing,” he says. “It’s little things, like turning a corner and finding yourself outside a restaurant that has been special to you and your wife. Or finding yourself in a situation that suddenly unlocks a memory.”

Two and a half years on, Bolger says he’s just living his life. He is, as always, involved in community projects, working diligently promoting the arts, writing prose and plays. He has a novella out in tandem with his book of poetry. And his perceptive newspaper columns won him Best Commentator, in the Irish Journalism Awards.

“One column was about the fishing tragedy off the Waterford Coast, when some of the fishermen were from the Muslim community,” he says. “And the Catholic and Muslim communities gathered, and as a gesture of solidarity, the Muslims prayed with the Catholics, then the Catholics with the Muslims. It was a great example of Ireland becoming more accepting of other people’s beliefs.”

How does he feel, two and a half years on?
“One never gets over it,” he says. “I’m a different person. I’m not the person I was and I have a different life. I need to go out and make a new future for myself. I’m a balding writer of 53 years of age, and I may still be here in 30 years time. I need to leave mourning behind, and embrace whatever confronts me in life.”

To illustrate where his emotions are now, he quotes Beckett. ‘The sun shone, having no alternative.’

The Venice Suite – A Voyage Through Loss by Dermot Bolger is published by New Island Poetry.


© Sue Leonard. 2013.

Columban Priest, fr Michael Sinnott remembers his kidnapping.

Michael Sinnott
Interviewed by Sue Leonard
Published in Reality, March 2013.

When Michael Sinnott was 17, he had no idea what to do in life. So he agreed to return to school to retake his Leaving Certificate, with a view to becoming a Civil Servant. Just after he had started that year, an African Missionary came to the school, and mentioned the need for priests.
“He said a priest needed three attributes including good character and good health. I had all three, and as God had been good to me I felt I should give something back.”

From a strong Catholic family of nine children, Fr Sinnott was the first to have a vocation; though a sister later joined.
“My parents were accepting, and maybe happy.”

Joining the Columban Order, Fr Sinnott entered their seminary in Dalgan Park, County Meath.
“We had seven years there,” he says. “A spiritual year, then three years of philosophy, and three of theology. 35 of us started. Most of us were 18; some younger. 21 of us were ordained in 1954, so there was a drop out of a third, which was average back then.”

During that time, Fr Sinnott was chosen, with two other students, to go to America for three years on an exchange programme.
“We ended up in Boston,” he says. “And after I was ordained I went to Rome to study Canon Law. And then I was appointed to the Philippines. And that was what I’d joined up for,” he says.

The Columbans were founded by Bishop Galvin, and were approved by Rome in 1918.
“Originally, the Columbans were founded to serve in China,” explains Fr Sinnott. “But when communism took over there, the country no longer accepted Missionaries.”

Fr Sinnott was appointed to Mindanao.
“Arriving in Mindanao by boat, I was struck by the poverty. I was an assistant parish priest. It was a rural area, and we went round training lay people to be responsible for gathering the people in the village. We had a mass in all the different areas every month. In some parishes there were forty thousand people.

“I loved the work and the people,” he says. “And when in 1965 I was appointed back to the Seminary in Ireland, I wasn’t enamoured. I wrote back to the Superior giving reasons why I shouldn’t be employed as a professor. I said I was never really a student. They sent me home anyhow.”

It was time of unrest, in the seminaries as well as the universities. And vocations started to decline.
“When I arrived there were 198 students and when I left ten years later there were just 37. It wasn’t my ideal job, but it gave me a chance to set up adult friendships in Ireland. And it was nice to see my family.”

When Fr Sinnott returned to Mindanao in 1972, he found the political situation tense. President Marcos had declared a dictatorship, but the New People’s Army were in opposition.
“The people were caught between the two. They were forced to offer support to the New People’s Army, but the military would say, ‘if you support them, you are supporting communists, and you know what will happen then.’ They knew that meant they would be shot.

“The people couldn’t trust anyone, so as clergy, we were very important. As Parish priest, I was trying to give justice to everyone, and, at one time, I was warned not to go out. Both groups were mad at me.”

He survived unscathed. Later, his health began to fail. He had a heart bypass, and moved to Pagadian City on Mindanao, where he was running a programme for children with disabilities, as well as helping out in a local parish. And that’s when trouble arrived.

“I was79,” he says. “On 11th October, I was walking up and down the drive of the compound to get some exercise, and four men appeared. One was on either side of me, one was behind me, and one was in front of me. And he had a pistol. They dragged me to the back of a pickup truck, and took me to the sea shore and onto a boat.

“The actual kidnap was rough. But once we were on the boat, I was satisfied they would not kill me. They said they wouldn’t kill a priest. I’d been kidnapped for the ransom.
I said a ransom would not be paid, and they said, ‘everyone says that, but they pay in the end.’ And in fact, neither the Columbans nor the Irish Government paid one.

“My captors were a breakaway group from the nationalist MRLF,” he says. “They were a group of Muslims who wanted independence for Mindanao. They wanted it recognised as a Muslim state in the Constitution. Whereas the MRNF were negotiating with the government, this group said they, and their children, and their children’s children would fight.

“After three hours the speed boat stopped and we started hiking. I wasn’t fit and I found that difficult. But the men helped me. That first night they took me to a swampy area, with mud and water up to my ankles. We were living in primitive conditions in the open air with a piece of canvas over us. There were seven captors.

“After ten days word got out that the military knew where we were, so we moved on, about seven and a half hours by speed boat. I have no idea where we were. There were then just two men with me, and they treated me well. The food was not the Hilton, but they made an effort to get me special food.”

His health was a worry.
“I didn’t have pills with me and I asked for some. At first they brought pills you could get in any store, then they asked me to prioritise and I asked for my heart pills. They got me a supply. We chatted during the day. They made things as easy for me as they could.

“My main worry was that the military would come in by force. I knew, then, it would be difficult to escape. I found it hard to pray. The Lord seemed very far away. But on the second day, lying in a hammock, I felt I could leave everything in the Lord’s hands. I felt sure he would look after me.”

Fr Sinnott was forced to read a statement before, thanks to great work from the Irish Ambassador, and other ambassadors in Manila, he was released on 12th November. Had the experience changed him?

“Not really,” he says. “I went back to the same area of work. And I stayed in the Philippines until returning to Ireland in July 2012.”

We were talking in the nursing home at Dalgan Park where Fr Sinnott was recovering from surgery. He says he misses the Philippines sometimes, but is happy to be back near his family.
“I have a gang of great nephews and nieces,” he says. “There are fifty and I see most of them.”

Fr Sinnott has no regrets in life. He’s glad he was a missionary. He’s certainly relieved that he wasn’t a civil servant. What was it like being famous?
“I was hounded for a while,” he says. “And the media was worse that the kidnapping!”

© Sue Leonard. 2013

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Maggie O'Farrell. Irish Examiner





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Beginner's Pluck. Katherine Farmar,

Beginner’s Pluck.
Interviewed by Sue Leonard.
Published in the Irish Examiner on March 9th, 2013.

Beginner’s Pluck: Katherine Farmar.

Katherine’s parents were publishers and authors, so she’s been around books all her life.
“I went to my first book launch at the age of four; and I’ve been going to them ever since,” she says.

Katherine has worked as a legal secretary; as an editor and book reviewer; and as a writer. She Co wrote Dublin on a Shoestring with Ben Murnane, and ‘ghosted’ a book in Little Island’s Nightmare Club series.

Who is Katherine Farmar?

Date of birth: 24th June, 1979 in Dublin.

Education: Pembroke School. Trinity College; Post grad at Edinburgh University. (Philosophy,) and is currently taking a Masters in Theatre at NUI Maynooth.

Home: Dublin.

Family: Parents, a brother, and a close extended family. “I have twenty cousins.”

The Day Job: Fulltime MA student.

Interests: Theatre; philosophy, books generally, playing role play games, and taking a Clowning Class with Raymond Keane of Barabbas.

Favourite Writers: Diane Wynne-Jones; Ursula Le Guin: Terry Pratchett.

Second Novel: I’m currently working on a lot of projects for the MA. But I do plan to write more novels for teenagers.

Top Writing Tip: Don’t worry about getting it perfect the first time. Worrying will stop you from starting. It’s so easy to get frozen. And don’t worry about running out of ideas. It won’t happen.

Web: www.katherinefarmar.com Twitter: @sorrowlessfield

The Debut: Wormwood Gate. Little Island: €8.99.


Aisling and Julie are on a night out, when suddenly, they’re transferred to a land of burning castles, and seagulls who’re at war. Can they get back to normal life? And if so, will their relationship deepen into more than friendship?

“I was working near Thomas Street. Walking to the Four Courts I passed by Wormwood Gate. I thought it was a brilliant place name, and sounded like a place you’d be taken from to a fairy land. When Siobhan Parkinson asked me to write for Little island, I pitched that idea, and went for it.”

The Verdict: Original, inventive, and very funny. The characters have oodles of ‘attitude.’




© Sue Leonard. 2013.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

In Praise of Single Women.

Supermums? Sometimes being single can be tough too! | Irish Examiner

Beginner's Pluck. Sarah Moore Fitzgerald.

Beginner’s Pluck.
Interviewed by Sue Leonard.
Published in The Irish Examiner on March 2nd.

Beginner’s Pluck: Sarah Moore Fitzgerald.

Sarah has always written for pleasure, but she only started taking her writing seriously in recent times.
“Before that, life got in the way,” she says. “In the last five or six years I’ve made time for creative writing. I’ve been writing in the evenings, and at weekends.”

An academic by day, Sarah has published several non-fiction books on teaching, learning, and academic writing.

Who is Sarah Moore Fitzgerald?

Date of birth: 23rd August 1965, in New York. “We moved back to Dublin when I was young.”

Education: Holy Child, Killiney. University College Dublin. Manchester Business School. Then my PhD at Cranfield University.

Home: Limerick.

Family: Husband and three children Eoghan, 17, Stephanie, 14, Gabriella, 8.

The Day Job: University of Limerick. “Associate CP Academic; my role is to enhance teaching and learning.”

Interests: “I love writing and reading and children’s literature. I like to run; I did the Dublin marathon in 2008. I love cinema and theatre.”

Favourite Writers: John Irving: Primo Levi: Jane Austen: Jonathan Franzen: Jonathan Tropper.

Second Novel: “I have a well developed draft for a second children’s novel. I’m hoping to finish it soon.”

Top Writing Tip: “From Stephen King; you must write the first draft with the door closed, and the second draft with it open. In other words, don’t think of the audience too early.”

Web: no. Twitter: @smoorefitz

The Debut: Back to Blackbrick. Orion Children’s Books: €14.50. Kindle: €7.02.

After the death of Cosmo’s brother, Brian, his mother goes to Australia, leaving Cosmo with his grandparents. Then his grandfather’s memory starts to fade.

His grandfather persuade Cosmo to go to Blackbrick, where, in time travel, he meets his grandfather as a boy.
“My dad started to suffer from Alzheimer’s. My children, and I were close to him. I realised there aren’t good stories about memory loss. I wanted to write the kind of Children’s book I love; about a boy on his own trying to solve problems.”

Verdict: A compelling story which will pull at your heartstrings.

© Sue Leonard. 2013