“I finished this book in one sitting … the dialogue is amusing and the plotting is deft. It’s a complex story, handled with some style by Declan Burke … like any good crime novel, [it] twists and turns until the very last sentence.”All of which would have been lovelier than Arthur Lee’s rose garden if they hadn’t gone and spoiled it all by tucking a disclaimer into the middle thusly: “Disclosure: [Burke] reviews films for this magazine.” Pah, rumbled with our greasy mitts in the till. Damn their beautiful, beautiful eyes.
“Burke shows again that he’s not just a comic genius, but also a fine dramatic writer and storyteller.” – Booklist. “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.
Monday, June 4, 2007
The Embiggened O # 9,012: Damn, We’re Going Need A Bigger Trumpet
Another red letter day in the world of independent publishing, people – The Dubliner, bless its cotton socks, gives our humble offering The Big O the four-star treatment in its current New Poor / New Rich issue. To wit: