“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

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

The Monday Review - But Lawks! 'Tis A Tuesday!

The rather gorgeous Alex Barclay's (left) The Caller got the Myles McWeeney treatment in Saturday's Indo, although even Myles, generally the Irish crime writer's VBF, is unusually circumspect: "(it) really needed more rigorous editing. There are too many back-references to past events, too many extraneous issues and too many characters to keep track of." Crumbs! Meanwhile, Ken Bruen's Cross got an intellectual grilling over at The Guardian last week, in which Bruen's sixth outing for former 'Guarda' (sic) officer Jack Taylor becomes a "compelling portrait of a haunted man" in a tale that's "less a whodunit than a what-to-do-about-it". Which is nice ...

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