A book of Irish journies, both real and imagined, as the author sits in pubs and listens to old men's stories, laughs at and falls in love with mad Irishwomen, sings folksongs, cries in the rain and vomits in soft green fields. On the way he creates some new Irish myths and legends,
I couldn't make it to the end of this book. I was hoping for a humorous alt-cultural review of Ireland and its people, but it was more self-indulgent blather than deep or humorous insight. It was a failed attempt to be the British/Irish "On the Road." (I didn't like Kerouac, either.) The author's English Bloke humor fell flat for me -- maybe it might have worked better if I understood all the British and Irish inside references, but I doubt it.