With an Irish patriot song for its title, Ken Loach’s masterful The Wind That Shakes The Barley at first appears to be a partisan view of the events that lead to the Irish Free State in 1921. But Loach is a more complex filmmaker than that
Alan Gibbons laughs. It is a big, unselfconscious guffaw: the laugh of a man who feels like the luckiest man alive, thanks to a job that takes him into a place many would fear to tread – the minds of teenagers
One publisher is acutely sensitive to the agonies of authors – because he is one. Danuta Kean meets Michael Fishwick of Bloomsbury, novelist – and cheque-writer
