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    <name><![CDATA[Mark]]></name>
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  <read_at>Mon Nov 02 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
  <date_added>Mon Nov 09 19:31:15 -0800 2009</date_added>
  <date_updated>Mon Nov 09 22:15:40 -0800 2009</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[&quot;There are no private eyes in Ireland. The Irish wouldn't wear it. The concept brushes perilously close to the hated 'informer.'&quot; And yet this Irish booze-noir mystery begins in the standard way: the smoking hot dame seeks ex-Guard Jack Taylor out (in his pub, rather than a Spade &amp; Archer style office as per Amerikay) with tales of her teenage daughter's mysterious suicide. Things get thick and strange, Taylor stumbles about taking and depositing clues (while citing several great obscure books -- he's a random reader). His devious BFF Sutton (also ex-Guard, and a painter) and his frail ninetysomething bartender Sean are key characters. And, well, this is Ireland in 2001, so things don't quite pan out normally. In fact it's a mess: our sleuth even tries to get sober at one point and ends up fucking things up as a result. Not that things worked better while he was shaking off hangovers and shagging his client, mind... A beautiful mystery story, and I can't wait to read the next installment.  ]]></body>
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