“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, May 14, 2007

Dead Man Tells More Tales: Yep, It Has To Be Adrian McKinty

Adrian McKinty took a bow at No Alibis last week to read from the final part of the Michael Forsythe trilogy (Dead I May Well Be / The Dead Yard / The Bloomsday Dead), which was released in March. "Trademark dark lyricism, one great red herring, and a masterful plot twist," reckons Frank Sennett at Booklist, and most of these reviews tend to concur ... which is nice. If you missed out on Dead I May Well Be, jump over here for an extract. Tell 'em Danny Boy sent ya ...
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