“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
6 comments:
"Does this place look like I'm fucking married? The toilet seat's up, man!"
"I got a rash, man." Some days I like keeping it simple.
I never realised there are so many BL fanatics out there.. I feel I belong!!!
Now I'm just going to find a cash machine.
"Stay in your goddamn element, Donnie!"
"Hey lady, buddies of mine died face down in the mud just so that you and I could enjoy a family restaurant like this one."
Walter Sobchak: When he moved to Hollywood he had to go door to door to tell everyone he was a pederass.
Donny: What's a... pederass, Walter?
Walter Sobchak: Shut the fuck up, Donny.
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