n Killoyle geschieht Unbeschreibliches, aber weil es in Irland geschieht, wird es natürlich doch beschrieben: Möchtegerndichter Milo Rogers macht Kathy Hickman, früher Pin-up-Girl für Herrenmagazine, heute Kolumnistin für ein Frauenmagazin, den Hof und wird zum Oberkellner befördert. Milos Kumpel und Konkurrent, der Barkeeper Patrick Murphy, wird gefeuert und verschreibt sich dem Terrorismus. Wolfetone Grey liest nur Bücher von Gott oder über Ihn und will seine Mitbürger zum wahren Glauben bekehren, während Pater Doyle sich mit Alkohol darüber hinwegtröstet, dass er Rom nie wiedersehen wird.
here & there the main narrative verges alarmingly on Garrison Keillor Does Ireland, but the footnotes are uniformly a real treat, some grade-a piss-taking kinda reminiscent of the endnotes after each section of gilbert sorrentino's little casino only more freewheeling. def gonna give the sequel a whirl, pity about the 3rd of the trilogy being available only in german (?!)
Not terrible, but not really that good either. I was drawn in by the Flann O'Brien comparison on the back cover blurb. Too bad that Boylan just tries waaaay too hard to be funny, even aping Flann's wacky footnote trope which is less effective in Boylan's work and less funny and just distracting. The novel is about an assortment of interlinked characters living in a little Irish town. A few of them are amusing, others aren't particularly captivating, and the whole affair is bogged-down by the thick jokes in every line. A wearying read.
all that makes the shitty drink soaked life worth living, seeing others in the same plight, and having just as a hard a time of it, and laughs to boot. first book i have re-read in a long time. it made me feel better to read it. even the 'happy' ending in sunny italy.
Pretty good, but not great. The characters are engaging (even or especially the scoundrels, Grey and Maher) but the story is thin, and the comical footnotes weren't funny or interesting enough to justify the frequent interruptions. Comparisons of Boylan to Joyce, Beckett, F. O'Brien et al. are a bit much.
Mildly amusing. Half the story was told through footnotes. It became annoying to constantly be interrupted to catch the multitude of footnotes and did nothing for the flow of the book. The asides were not as funny as I'm sure they were intended to be.