“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
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The Future Is Bright, The Future Is THE BLUE ORANGE
It’s a time of taking stock at CAP Towers, then, and not least because the Grand Vizier and Mrs Vizier (right) are due to be delivered Baby Vizier in roughly three weeks time. Which means that we’re all feeling unduly optimistic about life in general here at Crime Always Pays. We’re feeling mostly pleased about the current draft of THE BLUE ORANGE, which is an unusual state of affairs at Chez Vizier. We’re disappointed Stacia Decker has left Harcourt, naturally, but we’re very much looking forward to working with Thomas Bouman. We’re also looking forward to proving wrong Sarah Weinman’s gloomy prognosis for the writers Stacia signed to Harcourt, on the basis that the novels we’ve read of Allan Guthrie, Ray Banks and John McFetridge are top class examples of modern crime fiction (we’ve yet to read James Sallis, but according to a Ken Bruen-shaped birdie, “With Jim Sallis, CYPRUS GROVE is a masterpiece and his Lou Griffin series is awesome, not to even mention his biography of Chester Himes.”). We’re also pretty sure, given her unstinting support for crime and mystery fiction, that no one will be happier to see Sarah Weinman proved wrong than Sarah herself.
So where to now? With the Grand Vizier in unusually honest mode, he has pronounced himself entirely unsure. To date THE BIG O has been a grand adventure, going from its humble beginnings as a co-published novel with the tiny but perfectly formed Irish publisher Hag’s Head Press, under the guiding hand of Marsha Swan, to Harcourt making real the Grand Vizier’s life-long dream, that of having a book published in the U.S., the spiritual home of hardboiled crime. Which is wonderful in itself, but as Lou Reed once croaked, a baby is the beginning of a great adventure. Will writing even matter as much when Baby Vizier arrives? Will it matter at all? Is it possible that the Grand Vizier will come to resent his compulsion to write on the basis that it will eat into the time he can spend with Baby Vizier? Only time, that notoriously doity rat, will tell …
One thing we do know is that the Grand Vizier will not be spending as much time at CAP Towers as of yore. So the elves would like to take this opportunity to extend an invitation to all crime writers, their agents and publicists to take advantage of all that potential blank space by forwarding suggestions for guest blogging posts to the Minister for Propaganda Elf, c/o dbrodb(at)gmail.com, putting ‘I can do better than that rubbish’ in the subject line (Crime Always Pays offers precisely three molecules of publicity oxygen, but hey, we can’t all be The Rap Sheet).
Finally, we’d like to offer a heartfelt thanks to everyone who has played their part in bringing us to this point, and we sincerely hope you stay on board to ride the train all the way to the end of the line. Oh, and apologies for all the sentimental guff – normal service will be resumed forthwith. The future, after all, is blue-ish orange …
11 comments:
Hey, the sky went blood red and horses did turn and eat each other, and there was a great wailing and gnashing of teeth throughout the land. Now I know why - someone let Burke procreate.
Shame on you for not having read Sallis. SHAME!
(blows raspberry)
And ... I'm all out of material. You've been great, thank YOU!
Got it in one, o Grand Vizier. And congrats on a most exciting new adventure!
When my oranges look like that they are going mouldy.
You can't retire now! Baby V will need so many toys and stuff that you must write a lot faster. (I realise the blog might not pay for the toys, but we need you.)
Congrats, you will find that Baby Vizier actually becomes the household Sultan, or Sultana, waited on respectfully by Mr and Mrs Vizier.
Less Burke CAP? I resent that baby already.
Nah, congratulations!
You'll need something to do during the night when you are up between feedings/changings...might as well feed your public.
Only three weeks to go - doesn't time fly?
I hope proud dad will post a few baby progress articles...
Wishing you both all the best for the big day.
Wow, best wishes for the book and the baby.
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Thank 'ee kindly for all the kind words, people ... much appreciated. Cheers, Dec
congrats, but you can kiss goodbye to any sleep or reading or writing for at least the next five years.
that's a dodgy looking tie though it must be said, or is it a mustard stain?
It's mustard, Colman ... or should that be Colman's mustard? Ba-boom-tish, etc. Cheers, Dec
Ditto to all of the above, Grand Viz! Especially the parts about not sleeping once the little guy arrives.
May your next 40,000 readers all be paying customers! Can't wait to read TBO myself.... er, TBO2(?).
Best,
Mick
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