Seb Barry was robbed and other stories

The Man Booker prize was announced yesterday and youth was triumphant, according to the dispassionate The Irish Times.

Aravind Adiga was the surprise winner for his The White Tiger. This was his debut novel! I would call it an inspiration to writers everywhere except I'm too busy feeling spiteful on Mr. Barry's behalf. The Secret Scripture is the most beautiful book I have read in a very long time. Well, it's the first book I have read in a long time. Since I gave birth to my fifth child. He is 12. I'm halfway through my second reading of Mr. Barry's book. That says something. Doesn't it?

Another story, not Booker worthy, but...

I am leaving Tara Circle whom I've been with since before the aforementioned fifth child. Actually I think Tara left me, but that's a post for another day. I will be conducting Irish theatre classes at the Aisling Irish Community Center with aspirations of beginning an Irish Theatre for Young Audiences, something along the lines of the now defunct Young Abbey in Dublin. Of course the timing is perfect for garnering grants and corporate donations, so I expect this non-profit, cultural arts project to sail. 

Aisling's director, Orla Kelleher, will be on WFUV this Sunday to talk about the community center. She promised to give a shoutout to this latest "Waiting for Guffman" moment of mine. After all, I did sit next to the class clown.