“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:
Your mother's a peeg, Burke. A PEEG!
You aren't mistaken. I've had a slight setback with the Spinetingler issue (waiting on someone to provide what I need, but it can't be helped - family illness) but even if that can't go live today the rest will.
Sticks and stones, Banks ... is exactly what I'll be trucking around to your gaff sometime later tonight. Yep, a catapult drive-by, it won't be pretty ... you have been warned.
I voted for you, Declan!
Aw, shucks, Maxine ... ta. Anyhoo, I'm getting a crew together to go round and put the frighteners on Ray Banks. Are you in?
Take more than a crew to put the frighteners on ME, Burke. Getting people to buy my books, THAT would scare the shit out of me.
(see what I did there? Fuckin' smart, me)
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