“Prose both scabrous and poetic.” – Publishers Weekly. “Proust meets Chandler over a pint of Guinness.” – Spectator. “A sheer pleasure.” – Tana French. “Among the most memorable books of the year, of any genre.” – Sunday Times. “A hardboiled delight.” – Guardian. “Imagine Donald Westlake and Richard Stark collaborating on a screwball noir.” – Kirkus Reviews. “A cross between Raymond Chandler and Flann O’Brien.” – John Banville. “The effortless cool of Elmore Leonard at his peak.” – Ray Banks. “A fine writer at the top of his game.” – Lee Child.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
The Embiggened O # 1,709: Parp-Parp, Parpiddy-Parp!
Greetings from the coal-face of independent publishing, folks, where the big news today is that your humble correspondent's The Big O has SOLD OUT at Murder Ink on Dawson Street, Dublin (genial host and improbable crime nut Michael Gallagher pictured, left). Yep, that's A WHOLE FIVE COPIES - or would have been, had Michael not insisted on keeping a copy for his window display. Which is nice ... Sad to relate, Murder Ink doesn't have a website, but John Connolly loves the place, as does Critical Mick, and that's plenty good enough for us. You can always contact Michael Gallagher for orders 'n' whatnot at firstname.lastname@example.org ... or just drop him a line telling him what a smashing bloke he is.
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