“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.

Friday, March 23, 2012

It’s My Birthday And I’ll Cry If I Want To

Or, having no good reason to cry at the moment, I’ll take the opportunity to side-step for one day the relentless shilling that generally characterises this blog and instead pause to smell the proverbial roses, and celebrate a number of things:
1. I’m 43. There was a time when I thought, and with good reason, that I wouldn’t make it to 30. So there’s that.
2. My baby girl, Lily (right, somehow wearing one more colour than God actually invented), will be four years old on Monday, and thus - as she points out on a regular basis - is no longer a baby girl, even though - as I point out on an equally regular basis - she’ll always be my baby girl. This time four years ago, I was hoping she’d be born today. It wasn’t to be, but I think we’ve all recovered from the disappointment at this stage.
3. Last Monday evening, Lily ‘read’ the Sleeping Beauty story to me, turning the pages and taking the pictures as her cue, and reciting aloud whatever she could remember of the story according to the images. I’m not the best of it yet.
4. I quit smoking (again) three weeks ago. So far, so good.
  There’s plenty of other stuff worth celebrating from the last year or so, but most of it is book-related, so it can all wait for another day.
  Today I will be mostly getting Lily out to school, then coming home to transcribe and write up a Richard Ford interview before reading the final 100 pages of the excellent THE IRON WILL OF SHOESHINE CATS by Hesh Kestin (the latter two items being my idea of work, by the way); proofing and subbing a couple of essays for a non-fiction collection on crime fiction that’s in the pipeline; and then, all going well, relaxing for the evening with what will probably be a very indulgent meal, a bedtime story for Lily, and a couple of beers in front of the TV with Mrs Lovely Wife.
  Not exactly rock ‘n’ roll, I know. But then, I am 43.

9 comments:

TheQ47 said...

Your birthday plans sound like a dream, to be honest. Enjoy the day, Declan.

Dana King said...

Happy birthday, Declan. There is no better way to spend a special day than with those who are most important to you. Sounds like you have that squared away.

Seth Lynch said...

Happy Birthday's

My little girl was 4 on the 13th (She's now Peter Pan mad - I know that's one of your favs)

Seth

lil Gluckstern said...

Happy birthday to you and Lily-who looks like she very much has a mind of her own-especially when it comes to clothes-It's a great age. I hope you have another good and satisfying year.

Jerry House said...

Happy birthday to you and happy alomost-birthday to Lily. 43 is a damned good age: it takes Douglas Adams' 42 and does it one better.

seana said...

My birthday wish for you is that the nonsmoking continues.

It's my wish for Lily and your lovely wife as well.

Congratulations on the beginning days.

Paul D Brazill said...

Happy birthday, Mr B!

Peter Rozovsky said...

Happy Birthday to all of youse, young man.
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Declan Burke said...

Many thanks for all the kind words, folks. Much appreciated. A fine day was had, and I was looked after very well indeed ...

Cheers, Dec