Dublin 2019 Blog

Fantastic Fridays: James Stephens

Welcome to another entry in a series on Irish writers of the fantastic. Swan River Press takes us on a tour through Ireland’s fantasy heritage. “What the heart knows today the head will understand tomorrow.” – The Crock of Gold (1912)   James Stephens was born in Dublin in 1880. Like many young Irish poets […]READ MORE

Fantastic Fridays: Lady Augusta Gregory

Welcome to another entry in a series on Irish writers of the fantastic. Swan River Press takes us on a tour through Ireland’s fantasy heritage. “He called to it and said, ‘Tell me what you are?’ ” – “The Unquiet Dead” (1920)   Lady Augusta Gregory (1852-1932), noted folklorist and playwright, was born Isabella Augusta […]READ MORE

Touring Tuesdays – To Wexford by Steam!

Ireland was once cris-crossed with railway lines connecting many isolated communities around the country. At it’s height, there were over 3000 miles (5000km) of railway tracks. Sadly. railways proved expensive to run and as better roads developed, many railway lines proved unviable and were closed. This was not helped by the partition of the island, […]READ MORE

Fantastic Fridays: Lord Dunsany

Welcome to another entry in a series on Irish writers of the fantastic. Swan River Press takes us on a tour through Ireland’s fantasy heritage. “A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.” – – The Laughter of the Gods (1917)   Lord Dunsany (Edward John […]READ MORE

Fantastic Fridays: B. M. Croker

Welcome to another entry in a series on Irish writers of the fantastic. Swan River Press takes us on a tour through Ireland’s fantasy heritage. “Why was I conscious of a beating heart, accompanied by a scarcely defined, but undeniable dread?” – “The Red Woollen Necktie” (1896)   B. M. Croker (c.1849-1920) was a popular […]READ MORE

Fantastic Fridays: Lafcadio Hearn

Welcome to another entry in a series on Irish writers of the fantastic. Swan River Press takes us on a tour through Ireland’s fantasy heritage. “The Fairy of Science sometimes touches my ears and eyes with her wand; and then, for a little time, I am able to hear things inaudible, and to perceive things […]READ MORE

Fantastic Fridays: L. T. Meade

Welcome to a new series on Irish writers of the fantastic. Over the next few months Swan River Press will be taking us on a tour through Ireland’s fantasy heritage. “She stands there at the foot of the bed; she wears a hood, and her face is yellow. She has been dead a long time.” […]READ MORE

Fantastic Fridays: Bram Stoker

Welcome to a new series on Irish writers of the fantastic. Over the next few months Swan River Press will be taking us on a tour through Ireland’s fantasy heritage. “How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but […]READ MORE