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Joseph O'Connor

There is more than one author with this name

Joseph O’Connor was born in Dublin. He is the author of the novels

Cowboys and Indians

(short-listed for the Whitbread Prize),

Desperadoes

,

The Salesman

,

Inishowen

,

Star of the Sea

and

Redemption Falls

, as well as a number of bestselling works of non-fiction.

He was recently voted ‘Irish Writer of the Decade’ by the readers of Hot Press magazine. He broadcasts a popular weekly radio diary on RTE’s Drivetime With Mary Wilson and writes regularly for The Guardian Review and The Sunday Independent. In 2009 he was the Harman Visiting Professor of Creative Writing at Baruch College, the City University of New York.


“There is nothing worse than the ambitions of a talentless person.”
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“The world's full of idiots, divas and assholes, mainly in Ireland. In Ireland, one cannot achieve anything if he is not a little wacky. That's a holy truth. It just simply cannot be otherwise.”
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“Any assemblage comprising human beings, any family, any party, any tribe, any nation, will bind itself together not by what it shares but ultimately by what it fears, which is often so much greater. Perhaps it abhors the outsider as camouflage for its own alarms; dreading what it would do to itself were the binding to fall asunder.”
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“Politics' the polite word for antediluvian prejudices, the rags put on by enmity and tribal resentment.”
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“The English possessed as many words for stealing as the Irish had for seaweed or guilt.”
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“Happy as a threaded needle”
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“But why would they do that? What is to be asked? He was a man who sees into things -- very ordinary things. A hat left on the floor of a café in Kingstown, a proverb overheard, an old fisherman mending a net: these, for him, were a kind of incitement. There are no answers other than that. He was not like the rest of us. Not even like himself. His imagination, or soul, or whatever province of his mind was hungry for the sustaining rain of the world, would soak in the storms of his own haunted strangeness, and the berries would bloom, and they were what they were, and if the tendrils were peculiar, and some of them wild, the fruits were so shockingly luscious and potent that the thirsty were willing to savour the bitter for the sake of the concomitant sweet. He needed the very ordinary. He was a beautiful man. What more than this need be said? The sort of man who makes you think the movement of foliage might be causing the breeze.”
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“It is not a matter of ends justifying means: but of the creation of new means and new ends.”
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“Love and freedom are such hideous words. So many cruelties have been done in their name.”
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“That each man is the sum of his choices is nothing less than the truth. And each, perhaps, is also something else.”
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“They had far more in common than either realised. One was born Catholic, the other Protestant. One was born Irish, the other British. But neither was the greatest difference between them. One was born rich and the other poor.”
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“They had no previous connection whatever with Connemara; but they saw connections where others who should have seen them simply looked the other way.”
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“Everything is in the way the material is composed.”
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