“Declan Burke is his own genre. The Lammisters dazzles, beguiles and transcends. Virtuoso from start to finish.” – Eoin McNamee “This bourbon-smooth riot of jazz-age excess, high satire and Wodehouse flamboyance is a pitch-perfect bullseye of comic brilliance.” – Irish Independent Books of the Year 2019 “This rapid-fire novel deserves a place on any bookshelf that grants asylum to PG Wodehouse, Flann O’Brien or Kyril Bonfiglioli.” – Eoin Colfer, Guardian Best Books of the Year 2019 “The funniest book of the year.” – Sunday Independent “Declan Burke is one funny bastard. The Lammisters ... conducts a forensic analysis on the anatomy of a story.” – Liz Nugent “Burke’s exuberant prose takes centre stage … He plays with language like a jazz soloist stretching the boundaries of musical theory.” – Totally Dublin “A mega-meta smorgasbord of inventive language ... linguistic verve not just on every page but every line.” – Irish Times “Above all, The Lammisters gives the impression of a writer enjoying himself. And so, dear reader, should you.” – Sunday Times “A triumph of absurdity, which burlesques the literary canon from Shakespeare, Pope and Austen to Flann O’Brien … The Lammisters is very clever indeed.” – The Guardian
Monday, July 27, 2009
This Little Piggy Went To Market
Bob ‘no relation’ Burke brings a little forward-thinking and initiative to his marketing of the THIRD PIG DETECTIVE AGENCY, sending out review copies in specially designed evidence bags. A nice touch, no? I’d certainly have a second look if something like this arrived in the post. Not that that’s a hint or anything, Bob.
Which reminds me. Bob? This island ain’t big enough for two private eyes called Harry. It’s pistols at dawn in the misty Russian dawn for you, squire. If I’m not there, start without me.
2 comments:
I can take a hint as well as the next man - it's on the way.
Dawn, eh? I might be a bit late too. Not a morning person, you understand.
Declan, you just wish you'd thought of it first.
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