Link to vote for “Dogs” as short story of the year

Well, there’s less than a day left now to cast the reader’s votes towards the Bórd Gais Energy Irish Book Awards – voting ends at noon 23 November!!  I’m shortlisted in the “Short Story of the Year” category which is sponsored by the Irish website Writing.ie.   My story is called “Dogs” and it’s from Ferenji, my debut collection of short stories, published by Doire Press of Galway. 

The book was well received and covered in the press, see some of the reviews and features that have appeared in the press about “Ferenji and other stories”  HERE.  

If you’d like to read “Dogs”, it’s right here on the Writing.ie website along with the other great stories  shortlisted.  Then if you’d like to vote for it, just click on the link below and scroll down … 

https://www.irishbookawards.irish

If you haven’t read the book, and would like to, you can order it from most book shops in Ireland, or from Doire Press directly, with free international shipping.  If you’d like to buy it from this website, I’ll send you a signed copy for €16.00 postage included or $20 to the United States.  Just click here.

If you like eBooks, Ferenji and other stories is available on any Amazon website, and many large online book stores, such as Barnes & Noble in the U.S., Indigo Books in Canada, Booktopia in Australia and more:

Thanks so much for reading this, and if you’ve got this far, why not check out the book trailer:                                                                                                             

 

BLUE TARPAULIN – from ‘Ferenji’ by Helena Mulkerns from Cyberscribe on Vimeo

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Shorelines Arts Festival Reading

I’m really looking forward to reading this Friday, 15th September, at the Shorelines Arts Festival in Portumna, Galway, a wonderful long weekend of the Arts on the shores of historic Lough Derg.
 


With 2017 being the 10th anniversary of the festival the line up is really impressive this year, with musicians, artists and writers like Mikel Murfi, Julie Feeney, Mike McCormack, Martin Malone, Joanie Madden & Cherish the Ladies, Sahoko Blake and Jack O’Rourke to name but a few, on the programme
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The festival will be opened by Vinnie Browne of Charlie Byrne’s bookshop in Galway on Thursday at 7pm and end on Sunday evening.  I’ll be booking into what looks like a lovely place to stay:  Portumna House on Friday, to read at lunchtime, but plan to make a weekend of it.  
 
Particularly looking forward to seeing Cherish The Ladies, and catching up with the wonderful Joanie Madden, a friend from the days I lived in New York.  Joanie’s father, Joe was an All-Ireland Champion accordion player who hailed from Portumna himself, so that’s a gig not to miss.  
 
There is a spectacular art exhibition at the formidable, now restored Irish Workhouse Centre and a pop-up museum on the theme of “Lace”. There are short and feature films, plays, workshops, children’s events.  But don’t just trust me, download the brochure here yourself and see the full programme.  
 
But if you want to hear some good stories and poems, of course – I want to invite you to join fellow Doire Press author  Martin Malone and myself, along with Kerry poet Simon O’Faoláin, for the lunchtime reading on Friday at 1:30pm in Hayes’ pub – all three for a fiver, plus songs and sandwiches!  Click on the image below for details.  
 

From the archives: original “Trainspotting” review …

Trawling through my hard drive in search of an errant fiction file, I came across my original “Trainspotting” review, done this month 21 years ago for one or other of the New York publications at the time … 

Currently not so much a film as a phenomenon, “Trainspotting” has been preceded by a blast of mega-hype reaching all the way across the Atlantic. Do you have to see it? Do you really? Well, read on…

Based on the novel by Scottish writer Irvine Welsh (who also wrote “The Acid House”), the book meanders in and around of the lives of the post-punk, no-future generation of unemployed Edinburgh youths enmeshed in heroine addiction, not unlike many in our other favourite post-colonial city, Dublin.

For all the hype, though, it grossed $15 million, more than any other Scottish film. Made by director Danny Boyle, screenwriter John Hodge and producer Andrew McDonald (who made “Shallow Grave”, released last year), it deals with heroine addiction, AIDS, unemployment and poverty. But it also delivers a full-blast infusion of the lust for life that any gang of twenty-somethings will have in any city.

Taking no prisoners, it’s an honest, brilliant and devastating take on a very real part of urban life, managing to deliver that world faithfully – with all its gallows humor and its highs and lows.

If the book is one of the best ever penned about about heroine addiction, the film follows suit. Because while anybody watching the film will work out that heroine is an evil that consumes its victims continuously and relentlessly, you see that the characters, to put it in their own words, “aren’t stupid” – they do it because of the sheer pleasure. They have fun, they are rebels, they care nothing for the society that has provided them with nothing, they run around committing small-time robberies, organizing scams and petty deals to fund their habits, and they do their drugs. Addiction is set out on the screen with no frills, no excuses. It’s comparable in grit to Gus Van Sant’s “Drugstore Cowboy”, although for sheer scatological detail “Trainspotting” is more harrowing.

Renton, Spud, Sick Boy, Begby and the others know no pain when they are on smack, they have no everyday worries, no bills, no problems, no rent, no emotional hassles – everything in their lives is solved and sugared by this incredible substance. And yet everything in their lives is at the same time reduced to a vile lowest common denominator, as when one squat mate’s baby dies of neglect in its cot, and all the mother can think of doing is banging up another hit of smack. Or when Tommy, the only one in the crowd who remained outside the game, finally joins in and falls faster than any of them.

The controversy surrounding “Trainspotting” in England and Ireland is centred on whether this film “glorifies” drugs. This is fairly typical of the Irish and British authorities, who seem to get more worked up about peripherals than actually getting down and dealing with the everyday challenges of their gang-strangled streets. Recently the Irish government sent 500 of their policemen up to the Northern Ireland border to save the Republic from the illegal crossings of potentially “mad” cows, while journalist Veronica Guerin was gunned to bits in Dublin city by drug lords. With an estimated 10,000 heroine addicts in Dublin alone, how worrying can one film about drugs be?

Take “Trainspotting” as you like. See it to get a bloody hard look at a problem that is widespread in Irish and Scottish society today. See it for its spectacularly stylish cinematic qualities or its fabulous soundtrack. See it for Ewan McGregor’s grin, for Spud’s glasses, for Kelly McDonald’s demented school uniform, see it to have a good laugh – or see it and weep. But see it.

Helena Mulkerns