October 10, 2005



I thought you'd be pleased. :)

If you can access BBC2 online or via Satellite, he's about to be interviewed on Newsnight in the next few minutes (it's 10.41pm in Dublin) looking all dapper in his tux.


Mark, you can watch that Newsnight interview here:



Wow... good timing with your Banville interviews, no? So does this mean you'll finally give us the final installment?


Wow, that's....well, Mark, you are obviously thrilled and that is so very cool.

Jenny D

Yes, I was pleased too, but I was particularly thinking of how pleased Mark Sarvas would be--and hoping it would make up for disappointing training results! Congratulations by association...

Justine Musk

Argh. I admit, I've been resisting reading Banville but now I am broken. I surrender completely.

Dragging my defeated ass off to buy THE SEA. Or THE BOOK OF EVIDENCE.

Or, hell, both.


Yay!!! I just saw the news and immediately thought of you!


Amazing to read that even through final voting, only 3,300 copies had sold (in, what, four months?). We could all fit in a decent size ballroom. Harrowing, in many ways. I assume this means the US pub date will get pushed up a bit. I, for one, will welcome the hopeful hordes of johnny-come-latelies. Maybe he'll even come back and read his own work this time. I just found out, and figured I'd had my last whisky for the night. Time for another.


In other words, you are very excited. You shouldn't be surprised though. I have slowly warmed to Banville mainly because of your persistent proselytising on his account. Two down so far...

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