When police find Northern Ireland’s leading poet with a noose around his neck and his trousers around his ankles they assume it is a case of death by sexual misadventure. However, when Sunday tabloid hack Barry Crowe looks into the dead poet’s background he uncovers blackmail, an erotic trio of muses and experimentation with psychedelic drugs … he also gets off with a foxy PSNI woman with a handcuff fetish. Sex, drugs, violence and some damn fine poetry combine to make Tony Bailie’s third novel A VERSE TO MURDER a stylish, comic and rather kinky read.So there you have it. If you were one of those readers complaining that FIFTY SHADES OF GREY could have done with less handcuffs and much more murder, comedy and poetry, this could well be the one for you.
“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. “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.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
A Murder of Crowe’s
A VERSE TO MURDER (Ecopunks Fiction) sounds like a trippy, kinky murder mystery, if the blurb elves are to be believed: