Walking with Ghosts

Having lived in Dublin for half a decade by now, I felt like I was in a dark corner of a pub on a rainy day, with a few pints of Guinness between us, hearing this auld lad with a coarse voice pouring his heart out. A story that is so common in Ireland, so tragic, yet full of life. A story of abuse, of struggle, of unexpressed love and alienation, of great success that goes unappreciated. As many other readers and his fans, I was taken aback by his quest to be authentic. Granted, it's a trait worth pursuing, but if he's lacking authenticity then I don't know what hope is left there for the rest of us.