At one table, we have the Wrights, on the crowded hotel terrace, with the Austrian mountains playing picture-postcard for the family, who has journeyed from Baltimore.
They’re a cranky lot, with daughters Coralie and Joan having had a different set of expectations for their travels, which neither their mother nor their brother Charlie shared.
Random House, 2013
The slippery question of time is often posed on the page. And with books, it’s different.
In music, listeners are engaged at a pace dictated by the composer’s notation, beats counted as the bars pass, the audience arriving synchronously at the end of the piece.
Photographs and paintings freeze a frame, […]
If only the word ‘waltz’ appeared like a stain on the sheets — this would be the perfect cover image.
For now, Gina Moynihan stands back and looks at the bed that she and Seán Vallely shared, and it’s a messy sight. Messy, but still fresh: you can see the indents and folds in the fabrics.