Sir, – That Mozart of Irish writers, Niall Williams, was longlisted for the Man Booker Prize a number of years ago for his book History of the Rain. Delightful as each chapter was, the ever-present incessant rain seeping through every page left you feeling either damp, drenched, soaked, sodden, saturated or just wet to the core.
His later, even more delightful, book This is Happiness has but four words in its first chapter. The magic words were “It had stopped raining”.
There is hope.
It could happen again, couldn’t it? – Yours, etc,
Ann Ingle: Deliberately going out of my way to move for no particular reason has never appealed to me
Gerry Thornley: How about an alternative look at Ireland’s Six Nations win over England?
Is Ireland anti-Semitic, an outlier of tolerance or in the middle ground?
How risky is it to buy a second-hand EV?
TIM BROSNAN,
Rathfarnham,
Dublin 14.
Sir, – It’s a good thing Noah wasn’t Irish. Imagine the trouble he would have had trying to persuade humans or animals to get on board a boat after only 40 days of rain. – Yours, etc,
COLIN WALSH,
Templeogue,
Dublin 6W.
