So does anyone know what's going on with Brexit?
So, after weeks of high-stakes poker playing by Ireland, the UK and EU… do you know what the situation is now with Brexit? Does anyone know?
So, after weeks of high-stakes poker playing by Ireland, the UK and EU… do you know what the situation is now with Brexit? Does anyone know?
Of the many cock-ups and idiocies perpetrated on the citizens of this fine nation by our generally maladroit governing class, where would you rate the fact that the Luas lines didn't join up? I'd...
I don't watch a lot of telly, and hardly ever current affairs. So it was peculiar timing that last weekend, for no reason, I happened to turn on RTÉ1, about 15 seconds before Gerry Adams...
Fifty years on, and the Summer of Love still endures. Love-ins, beads and tie-dye, LSD, peace signs, CND symbols: the social and cultural totems of the hippie movement remain as iconic as...
Here's a pleasant surprise: a sci-fi novel that's short. Authors in this genre often have a tendency towards prolixity (I once read one which spent 600 pages setting up an intriguing story, then basically didn't bother closing it out).
The dream is over. Ireland's efforts to qualify for the World Cup crashed and burned in spectacular fashion, Denmark channelling the spirit of their Viking forebears by pillaging the home team for a 5-1 evisceration.
“High-concept” is the alchemist’s gold of the entertainment business – essentially, any movie, book or TV show that can be summarised for the sluggish-minded masses in one or two short lines.
Millennial, millennial, millennial. Is there a more overworked concept in modern culture than the travails of millennials?
Gnomon, the mammoth fourth novel from Englishman Nick Harkaway, is set in a near-future Britain. It's not dystopian, rather something close to utopian - so we think initially, anyway - as society is run on a fully democratic basis, via regular and well-informed public votes using the incredibly powerful computerised System.
Three weeks or so after formally taking over the slot previously held by George Hook, Dr Ciara Kelly has well and truly bedded in with Lunchtime Live (Newstalk, Mon-Fri 12pm).
Golden: Our 50 Years of Marriage, just aired on RTE One, was a sweet, charming, at times even beautiful documentary about love, marriage, affection, loyalty, standing together to endure the slings and arrows of this thing called life. It was also something vanishingly rare in modern life: a...
Cillian Murphy, as John Kelly explains in The Mystery Train (Lyric FM, Sun-Thu 7pm), "doesn't do interviews". He is famously, and admirably, guarded about privacy and family.
By voting 'Leave' in the Brexit referendum, according to Jonathan Healy, the people of the UK got "what they wanted - Britain wrenching themselves free from their European oppressors".
We're very quick to slag off our ruling classes for screwing up, especially when they do it before, during or after some sort of national crisis. Which, let's face it, they often do.
'Tis more out of duty than any great anticipation that one follows coverage of the Budget. I presume there are strange, unknowable individuals who genuinely find this stuff exciting. For most of us, though, it's not only dreary, it's nigh-on incomprehensible.
Desert Island Discs (BBC Radio 4, Fri 9am) has been on the air for 75 years. This is incredible. Seventy-five years! That can't be too much less than the whole time radio itself has been on the go.
Brendan O’Connor’s Cutting Edge was one of last season’s most unexpected delights on TV. It was also one of the year’s best shows, combining wit, snap, crack, smarts and honesty into a very entertaining blend of “roundtable discussion” telly.
Lucy Kennedy just spent a few days in the company of Katie Hopkins – and shock, horror, discovered that the broadcaster isn’t actually Satan in a dress and a white-blonde wig. Well, obviously.
Donald Trump is embroiled in a row with various US sports stars and team owners.
One of the few times I've been genuinely envious of another journalist was when a friend interviewed Roger Moore. Bond legend, cool customer, the definition of urbane gentleman - Roger was everything some men want to be, and all men should be.
Over the course of 25 years and nearly a dozen novels, Robert Harris has established a stellar reputation and a unique place for himself in publishing. The blurb for Munich - centred on the famous 1938 "peace" conference between Hitler, Chamberlain and other European leaders - describes Harris as "the master of the intelligent thriller", but this almost damns the Englishman with faint praise.
A thought-provoking book about the origins of the Adam and Eve story manages to go a long way to explaining the peculiar satisfaction millions of people continue to derive from this scientifically debunked parable.
For me, and many, many people like me, the first Sunday in September means one thing only: the All-Ireland hurling final.
Well - did you watch it? It's okay to admit it… although it's also okay if you ignored the Conor McGregor/Floyd Mayweather fight, as any logical person probably would.
I don’t know is it the Rupert Murdoch connection or what, but Sky Atlantic’s original programming gets, I feel, an unfair press. In the last few years they’ve produced two seasons of Fortitude – one of the best and most original dramas in recent times.
With the world so grievously damaged by ideologies of all stripes, you could argue that one way to make things better is for humanity to step outside itself more often. Our anthropocentrism, which considers human society to be the only thing that really matters, is ruining the world, for us and every other form of life.
For a reader like me, who loves genre escapism but generally needs the writing to be something close to excellent, a book like Madness is Better Than Defeat is almost perfect. Ned Beauman's novel tells a rattling good adventure yarn - this would make a fantastic Indiana Jones-style movie - in prose that's elegant, eloquent, very smooth and a real pleasure to read.
Should Michael D Higgins run for President again? The Pat Kenny Show (Newstalk, Mon-Fri 9am) heard from Senator Gerard Craughwell, who intends to stand against the incumbent if he goes back on an earlier declaration that he'd only serve one term in the Big House (that's Áras an Uachtaráin, by the way, not a prison somewhere).
This crime novel opens with 40-year-old garda forensic photographer Lindsey Morgan attending a crime scene outside Borris in Carlow. She remembers it's near Thornbury Hall: an Anglo-Irish country pile that is home to her closest school-friend, Rachel. Partly on a whim and partly some deeper impulse, Lindsey travels out and meets Patrick, Rachel's older brother, for the first time in a quarter-century. He, and the house, seem in a state close to disintegration.
It says something instructive, and kind of depressing, about Irish society that the weekly disco at Old Wesley Rugby Club was so well-known. Dublin occupies such an oversized place in the national consciousness; what happens there is relevant – so we’re told, anyway – to everyone.
Organisations like RTÉ are often criticised for being overly inflexible, too slow to change, lacking in inventiveness. Sometimes, those criticisms are justified - they seem inherent to the nature of bureaucracies once they reach a certain size.
The Scandal has a powerfully simple central hook: in Beartown, a small place which exists mostly for its hockey club, star schoolboy player Kevin rapes 15-year-old Maya in the lead-up to a crucial game which could change the whole town's fortunes. Beartown, inevitably, becomes divided into those who believe and support Maya, and those who refuse to accept the fairly clear evidence.
James Bond is still going.
Songs in the Key of Life celebrates its first year on Today FM (Sun 9pm), which makes this as good a time as any for a little shout-out to an enjoyable show. It's a music programme with a difference: host Nadine O'Regan hands over the playlist reins to a guest, generally someone in arts or entertainment.
Born in Northern Ireland and now resident in London, Annemarie Neary's second crime novel follows hot on the heels of her debut, last year's well-received Sirens. She's also won awards for short fiction, and it's not difficult to see why: Neary is a fine prose writer and The Orphans is a very well-written book - markedly so for this genre.
Tonight’s documentary didn’t, I don’t think, tell us a whole lot that wasn’t already known about the notorious killing of Frenchwoman Sophie Toscan Du Plantier in 1996. But The Du Plantier Case was nonetheless gripping, moving and – still, 20 years later – shocking.
Should we decriminalise drugs currently prohibited? The Government is proposing this for small amounts and personal use. They're also examining alternative tactics to reduce intake: from a criminal to a medical approach.
It's fair to say that 'Game of Thrones' has evolved from mere TV show to bona fide cultural phenomenon.
David Lynch is a genius. There, I've said it. I know many people hate Lynch's work, and think it's pretentious, weird or just plain bad. And they're fully entitled to that wrong opinion.
This is Christy opens and closes on the same image: Aslan playing the Iveagh Gardens, just a few days ago. It’s been 29 years, amazingly, since the band’s last open-air gig in Dublin.
Do you remember Rattlebag? It was an arts and entertainment show on Radio 1, presented by Myles Dungan; it ran for several years, until about a decade ago. Pretty good stuff, all told.
God bless you, Pat Hickey. As outlined here before, sports scandals like the one involving the former Olympic Council of Ireland president serve a valuable public function.
'No, I don't agree at all." The first thing said by Tory MP John Redwood to stand-in Cormac Ó hEadhra on Today with Sean O'Rourke (Radio 1, Mon-Fri 10am) - and it set the tone for a thoroughly entertaining segment.
The original idea for glossy thriller Riviera came from none other than U2’s former manager Paul McGuinness. Leading lady Julia Stiles talks about the show’s Irish links and how they attracted her to take on the starring role in the series...
It may be a little dull for a thriller but Ruth Ware's third book excels as an exploration of friendship and adolescence.
News is such a massive presence nowadays, especially in media, that it's almost impossible to escape. Whether politics, war, sport, entertainment, crime or whatever else, news is a colossal Ozymandias statue towering over the lone and level sands of everything else.
Created by Neil Jordan – who co-writes – with John Banville also on scripting duties for some episodes, Riviera has quite a pedigree, even by the standards of modern-day “Prestige TV”.
Goodbye House, which aired on RTE One on Monday night, is a reality TV show.
So, after a shaky start, Leo wins the day in the Fine Gael leadership death match - I'd put it as a 3-1 or 4-1 victory, in soccer terms. And the most remarkable thing about it, in radio terms, was how little anyone remarked on the fact that he's the first Taoiseach who's gay and mixed-race.
Missing You, which began on Wednesday night, is a new six-part series about the Diaspora. But there’s a twist: this show explores how the Irish abroad are using new technology to better deal with this long-familiar situation.
This week, on Inside Culture (Radio 1, Mon 10pm), writer and academic Angela Nagle did something that is depressingly uncommon in all media. She talked about social and political shifts to the right in a way that was objective, reasoned, informed, informative, authoritative.
Imperial Prague in 1599 is the shadowy setting as John Banville's crime-writing alter ego gets historical.
I was going to concentrate this column on Simon and Leo's race for Fine Gael leadership. Maybe a bit about Enda Kenny, too, one of those retrospectives running at the weekend.
Grange Abbey feels like something from the 1980s. You'll note I didn't specify a book, but the more general "something": this debut Irish novel will remind you as much of sex-and-shoulder-pads soaps, or those mini-series which always seemed to star Michael York or Richard Chamberlain, as that decade's Wilbur Smith and Sidney Sheldon potboilers. This, by the way, is a good thing. Nothing wrong...
Oh, this is just getting ridiculous. The amazingly prophetic powers of this column are now seemingly being proven on a weekly basis.
The GAA championship is back, God is in His or Her heaven, and all is right with the world.
With echoes of hit TV shows and movies from Homeland to Hurt Locker, Brian Van Reet's debut works equally well as a geopolitical action-thriller and a literary novel. Set during the early phase of the Iraq war, in 2003, Spoils is quite short and briskly paced, hurtling to a genuinely exciting climax.
'Fifty percent Kurdish, 50pc Irish… 100pc Thomas Davis (GAA club)." So said Shane Coleman of his guest, Zak Moradi, on Newstalk Breakfast (Mon-Fri 6.30am). He added, "It's a great story, an absolutely brilliant story" - and that it certainly is.
The Undocumented, which aired on RTÉ on Monday night, peeled back the skin of all those recent headlines and comment pieces, to explore what exactly it means to be illegal and Irish in America.
Late Late specials are – let’s be needlessly brutal in our honesty here – pretty much the only reason to watch the show anymore.
New Zealand-born but long-time resident in Ireland, Julie Parsons boasts a CV more varied than the average author. As well as producing five previous crime novels, she's worked as a radio and TV producer for RTÉ and written a novella and radio plays.
Well, am I the Nostradamus of radio columnists or what?
Assassins: Ireland’s Contract Killers, which began on TV3 tonight, is the latest “true crime” show to hit our screens. The genre shows no signs of – ahem – dying off any time soon, and little wonder: this stuff is unfeasibly popular with the public.
The first Blue Nile gig had an audience of…two. Which is less than the band itself.
In the blood-drenched annals of human history, has any people been more grievously wronged than American Indians? Jews, possibly, but Native Americans would run them a close second: their mistreatment, since Columbus landed, has been atrocious.
Newstalk is running, until the end of April, a series of special reports on "100 Days of Trump" (there is, of course, a hashtag: #Trump100). And I'm afraid my first reaction, on hearing this, was: "Oh for God's sake."
Ivan Yates is back on Newstalk, with a new Sunday show going - to quote that deranged cowboy in Doctor Strangelove - "toe-to-toe in nook-ular combat" with Marian Finucane.
As we in print media know only too well, online technology has been a bit of a disaster for many people. In our case, essentially, digital is making the "print" part obsolete. Fewer papers bought, fewer jobs for people like me.
A troubled man goes into a psychiatrist's office. The good doc shows him a series of Rorschach inkblot tests, asking before each one: "What do you see?"
Martin McGuinness, who died this week, was only 66. That seems very young, partly I think because the Republican has been a feature of public life in Ireland for so long - part of the culture, the iconography, the collective mind - that you assume he must have been older.
Fir, Marú & Grá, which began last night on TG4, is another of those “true crime” series that viewers seemingly can’t get enough of. This one explores, through dramatic reconstructions and expert talking-heads, what drove six men to kill their romantic partners (the title translates as Men, Killing and Love).
Gina Miller, the British businesswoman who brought a court action against Brexit, has paid a high price for it. We heard on World in Motion (Newstalk, Sat 9pm) that a man had been convicted of sending online threats to Miller - the first time this has happened in the UK.
I once interviewed Dara Ó Briain and it was, in a roundabout sort of way, a slightly surreal experience - because he was exactly as I'd expected. Talking to someone whose name and face and personality you think you know, a part of the brain expects the reality to be different: that they'll be not as funny as on telly, or funnier, or nicer, or not as nice, or whatever.
Summer 1816, and it feels like the end of days are coming to Dublin. For one thing, summer doesn't feel like summer: it's cold, foggy, even snowy, the apparent consequence of a Pacific Ocean volcano eruption.
TV3’s Doctor in the House returned for a third season tonight, with a personnel tweak to the familiar format. Here are some things we learned from the first episode.
It was, apparently, the greatest cock-up in Oscars history: Warren Beatty reading out the wrong winner of Best Picture. And such is the enormous reach and heft of the hydra-headed beast that is Hollywood - this glitzy ICBM fired straight at us by the Entertainment-Industrial Complex - that coverage of Warren's snafu was all over the shop.
Throughout his brilliant film-directing career, Neil Jordan has deftly moved between realism (The Crying Game, say, or The Brave One) and fantastical (Interview with the Vampire, The Company of Wolves).
Perhaps ironically - or, now that I think about it, perhaps not - crime fiction has long proved fertile ground for women writers, these days more than ever. Since her debut in 2010, Dubliner Jane Casey has briskly carved out her own space in the field, with the London-based Maeve Kerrigan series of police procedurals.
Was Andy Warhol the greatest artist of the 20th century? He's certainly one of the most iconic: everybody knows those screen-prints of Marilyn and Mao, the painstaking paintings of coke bottles, the (ironically) timeless catchphrase about "15 minutes of fame" which pre-empted the celebrity age.
Will robots conquer the planet? It's been a fear of humankind for decades: that these machines we've made will become ever-more clever, eventually achieving self-awareness (or whatever is the computerised version of that) and enslaving us all in their underground silicon mines.
For the last few years, over two weeks, The Eoghan McDermott Show (2FM, Mon-Fri 4pm) has become something quite rare in broadcasting: a home for the Irish language on a pop music station.
John Wick is back, and I’m as excited as a fat man locked in a room full of cream cakes…who’s just swallowed the key. The first film, released in 2015, was a brilliant action-thriller. This very newspaper – indeed, this very writer – said it “rocked like a hurricane”, which for action-thrillers is the critical equivalent of the Nobel Prize.
For such a small country, Ireland has punched above its weight at the Oscars. Since Dublin-born set designer Cedric Gibbons won the first of 11 - yes, 11 - Academy Awards for Best Production Design in 1930, the green flag has flown frequently at cinema's most prestigious ceremony.
'Loving books can mean to love reading books. But it can also mean loving the physical objects themselves, or it can mean both. It can also mean being anxious about not reading enough books, or the book you're reading now as opposed to the many other books piled around your home. Or the ones in the bookshop you failed to buy."
It’s about two years since Ray D’Arcy left Today FM for RTE in a highly publicised, and very big-money, return to where it all started, for a two-pronged assault on the public’s affections, radio and telly. Has it been worth it?
A lot of people had a lot to say about Donald Trump lately. (Sorry: President Trump. Wow - it still feels surreal to be writing that…)
A lyrical journey by foot and canoe along our border with the North veers from travelogue to memoir to history lesson.
Given this week's Americo-centric theme with Donald Trump's inauguration, it's time for a quick return to one of my favourite things to get irrationally infuriated by: stupid, put-on American accents. Currently, our fine radio stations are running adverts (various stations, any bloody time) for two colleges - WIT and UL - and a shopping centre in Galway, and all feature people talking in that annoying twang.
Say hello and welcome to the latest in a seemingly endless line of mystery novels whose title begins with "The Girl…" Never mind that the girl who kicked the hornet's nest, was on the train or in the ice, or most of these titular girls are actually women, some of them past their twenties (can you really call a thirtysomething a "girl"?).
Trainspotting – that quintessentially 1990s film in many ways – is back. On January 27 we’ll get our first look at T2, director Danny Boyle’s sequel to his ‘96 cult classic. The whole gang are back, too: Renton, Spud, Begbie, Diane, Sick Boy…I still feel sad for poor old Tommy who, of course – SPOILER ALERT FOR SLOWCOACHES – died in the first film. But will that be enough to save this sequel?
First Dates Ireland returned for a second series tonight, and lo… it was pretty damn good.
Tomorrow the US will get a new president, the Western world will get a new de facto leader and - if the more hysterical comment pieces are to be believed - the seal will be loosed on a wrath of demons which will flood forth from hell and lay waste to all the world until the end of time. Plus, there may be an accompanying tag-team of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse.
Among many, many other things, I hate cooking almost as much as Donald Trump hates LOSING! and people who are SAD! (Exclamations are Donald’s, not mine.)
When the zombie apocalypse comes, how long do you think humankind will survive? According to a group of students at the University of Leicester, less than 100 days. Gulp.
The Book of Mirrors comes with a backstory almost worth a novel in itself. This mystery is the English language debut of EO Chirovici, a bestselling author in his native Romania.
We may live in a largely post-religious world, but for most of us, there's something enduringly compelling about things like Ouija boards, haunted houses, demonic possession and exorcisms.
Monday night's documentary The Great Irish Sell-Off (RTÉ One) saw Sunday Business Post editor Ian Kehoe unravelling the story of how vulture funds have bought up a whole chunk of this country – and given that there doesn’t seem much we can do about it, it was really more of a horror story than anything else.
Tonight saw the first ever Irish iteration of Strictly Come Dancing, with ten celebrities taking to the…
It's customary, at this time of year, to look ahead to the next 12 months, perhaps making some predictions about what's going to happen, across politics, art, sport and so on. Being a cantankerous sort, though - not to mention a highly paid and much-in-demand professional contrarian - I decided to more-or-less ignore all that and look instead to the past.
Five questions to test your knowledge on the past 12 months in cinema.
The past, someone wrote, is another country. If this year is anything to go by, though, it's a country most of us have no intention of leaving. I used to think it was mainly Generation X-ers who were besotted with yesterday (all those t-shirts of 1970s bands and conversational quotes from old TV shows). But it's all adults now, all ages. In 2016, the past was very much present - to a large degree, the past was 2016.
The GAA's decision to remove live commentary rights from Newstalk seems a strange one, to say the least. The independent station has done a really fine job with their match coverage on Off the Ball (Sat-Sun 12 noon, Mon-Fri 7pm).
When Anton Savage (Today FM, Mon-Fri 9am) was announced as Ray D'Arcy's mid-morning replacement, almost two years ago now, I wasn't in favour. This hadn't really anything to do with Savage, mind you.
This is Ireland is a kind of Schrodinger’s TV show: it’s simultaneously familiar and unexpected.
The people of Ireland, as this book attests, "do death well": both the lead-up to it, and the aftermath. In this rich collection of essays, we run the gamut of that entire collective experience, from ancient times to modern practices - many of which, of course, are carrying on time-honoured traditions.
For some reason that I don't quite understand, certain times really lend themselves to settings for crime novels. The Thirties, the post-WWII era, the near-future, the sleazy Seventies - and the late Victorian age.
Now here's a lovely thing. A collection of short stories, rich and surprising like a hearty stew, edited by the great crime writer Lawrence Block (who also contributes the final tale)… and all inspired by the paintings of Edward Hopper.
Was President Michael D Higgins right or wrong in his eulogy to Fidel Castro? It certainly stirred up a hornet's nest on radio, and for once reaction was justified: it's a serious thing, the leader of our country making allegedly over-kind pronouncements on such a divisive figure.
Is there anything worse than a bad sex scene in a book? (Apart, maybe, from a bad sex scene in real life.) There you are, mentally immersed in this fictional universe, lost in an invented world, and suddenly… a clumsy, clunky, cringy sex scene blunders into view, waving its unmentionables about, and breaks the magic.
Ever feel like there’s just too much new TV out there? Yeah, me too. Apparently more than 350 drama and comedy series now debut each year, which is more telly than God Him/Herself could watch, even with an eternity to do the watching. Also, because so many of these shows come slathered in enough hype to make Don King embarrassed, you never quite know which ones to commit to.
Tuesday night's second part of Paul Williams: State of Fear on TV3 continued the examination of Irish organised crime, from the shocking 1996 killings of Veronica Guerin and Jerry McCabe, to the current turf war between the Kinahan and Hutch gangs.