I've done an awful lot of reading in the last couple of weeks. Of exam scripts and coursework (hence the lack of reviews). I've ten scripts left then I'm done for a while. I took a break from it yesterday and worked my way through a Donald Westlake novel, and let me tell you, it was a pleasant relief. One of the courses I've been marking is 'Geographies of the Crisis' and its fairly depressing to read one essay after another by early twenty-something year old students about how they see and understand the present and immediate future (which largely seems to be emigration). Though I guess that might be marginally preferable to Westlake's alternative which is a life of crime, albeit an amusing one. The painting at the centre of Westlake's novel is Folly Leads Man to Ruin - that seems about right for describing Ireland at the minute. Maybe next time I'll get the students to explain the country through a piece of art. Hopefully that would be easier on the eye than some of their handwriting, but somehow I doubt it.My posts this week
Seven shots of noir
CIF, Future Housing Supply in Ireland report - one year on
Review of Head Games by Craig McDonald
Unfinished estates in post-Celtic Tiger Ireland
Ghost estates
Embrace the destroyers of your world
She wrecks my head
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