

Rooney and I are sitting in the lounge of London’s Grosvenor hotel (she has just flown in from Dublin where she lives) and Rooney’s coffee isn’t getting much of a look-in. A chasm grows between the spoken and the thought word: “I tried to explain that I felt vulnerable,” the narrator says, “but I did so without using the word ‘vulnerable’ or any synonyms.”

In some ways, these characters are all victims of their own irony. Do the first one,” and then ping, ping, “it has to go back and forth.” Across instant messenger, email, text and face-to-face exchanges, her four protagonists play out their relationships, sometimes interested, sometimes opposed, yet as stitched into each other as a thread drawn through a four-hole button. “Dialogue is the most fun to write,” Rooney says.
