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Surprise, surprise, I'm blogging once more on the topic of Ether Books. The article linked here appears in the Community Voice newspaper (edition of May 2011) which comes out in Dublin 15 (a wonderful place of rainbows where I'm domiciled). I think the piece encapsulates things nicely. I hope my use of the word 'dystopian' is not too hifalutin. It's a pleasant feeling to appear in the local newspaper particularly when it's not a court report:-) Brian

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