“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

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

They Say The Neville Has All The Best Tunes

Word around the campfire is that Neville Thompson has a new novel due next month, A Simple Twist of Faith - which may or may not be hinked into the Dylan tune of the same name. Thompson looked set fair when his debut, Jackie Loves Johnser, OK? sold a staggering 17,000 copies in the Irish market, and he then penned the superbly titled Two Birds / One Stoned - until those pesky contractual wrangles set in with Poolbeg, to the surprise of absolutely every writer in Ireland (ahem). Anyhoo, the way the rabidly intelleckshual Dublin Quarterly devotes the vast part of its current Big Conversation to Neville's offering of last year, Mama's Boys, is entirely post-modern, or summat, we can't keep up ... but hey, at least they're giving Irish crime fiction the respeck, yo. Which is nice ...

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