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Máire T. Robinson

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Máire was born in Dublin City at the tender age of zero. Since then, she's been trying to convince the world at large that her name isn’t Marie.

Máire is the author of novel Skin Paper Stone (New Island, 2015) and short story chapbook Your Mixtape Unravels My Heart (Doire Press, 2013).

Bray Literary Festival

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I’m excited to be taking part in the Bray Literary Festival this year. It takes place from Friday, September 27th to Sunday, September 29th and has a fantastic line-up of readings, discussions, workshops and music. The full programme of events is available to view here.

I’ll be facilitating a beginners’ fiction workshop on Saturday, September 28th at 10am. It costs €10 and bookin

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Published on July 24, 2019 07:07
Average rating: 3.93 · 43 ratings · 15 reviews · 2 distinct worksSimilar authors
Skin Paper Stone

3.79 avg rating — 33 ratings — published 2015 — 3 editions
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Your Mixtape Unravels My Heart

4.40 avg rating — 10 ratings — published 2013
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“Sometimes we'd sit on that bench for hours, talking about nothing much and blowing smoke rings into the air, and we'd see them teetering past, stumble-drunk after closing time with their brown paper bags and late night vinegar running down their arms and the lack of kindness everywhere. And the girls, panda-eyed and lonely, hitching their bravado to their short skirts, were telling themselves that this was living. We said we would never be them. But there was one boy who had kind eyes. His hair was the colour of the sand and his smile promised everything. I told you he wasn't like the rest, but you didn't want to hear it.”
Máire T. Robinson, Your Mixtape Unravels My Heart

“To her, each poster seemed to make the same incredulous demand: how can a person just disappear? It was both terrifying and ridiculous. When these people should be at work, or walking the dog, or picking up the kids from school like always, how very careless of them to evaporate. She had seen the Dublin missing, but never imagined she would become one of them.”
Máire T. Robinson

“Sometimes we'd sit on that bench for hours, talking about nothing much and blowing smoke rings into the air, and we'd see them teetering past, stumble-drunk after closing time with their brown paper bags and late night vinegar running down their arms and the lack of kindness everywhere. And the girls, panda-eyed and lonely, hitching their bravado to their short skirts, were telling themselves that this was living. We said we would never be them. But there was one boy who had kind eyes. His hair was the colour of the sand and his smile promised everything. I told you he wasn't like the rest, but you didn't want to hear it.”
Máire T. Robinson, Your Mixtape Unravels My Heart




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