From Publishers Weekly
A boozy, boisterous Dublin newspaperman indulges in drink and sex on the job. "Brown ( My Left Foot ) seems to possess limitless stores of energy. In torrents of talk, bursts of song and verse, he submerges us in scenes reminiscent of those non-stop binges in Donleavy and Cary. Reader reactions will vary: some charmed by the blarney; others bored by the logorrhea," advised PW.
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The legendary Irish capital has never seemed more fascinating, a city of wild moods, populated by exotic women and mysterious leprechauns. Brown writes with an exuberant, almost savange, spirit. ...[He] equals and at times surpasses his earlier triumph, Down All the Days. (
St. Louis Post-Dispatch )
The legendary Irish capital has never seemed more fascinating, a city of wild moods, populated by exotic women and mysterious leprechauns. Brown writes with an exuberant, almost savange, spirit. ...[He] equals and at times surpasses his earlier triumph,
Down All the Days. (
St. Louis Post-Dispatch )
Christy Brown seems to possess limitless stores of energy. In torrents of talk, bursts of song and verse, he submerges us in scenes reminiscent of those non-stop binges in Donleavy and Cary. (
Publishers Weekly )
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