“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

Thursday, November 14, 2013

A Singular Joint Endeavour

Dana King is both a friend of this blog and a good friend of your humble correspondent, so I’m delighted to announce that he has just published GRIND JOINT (Stark House). I’m hopelessly compromised in terms of letting you know what I think of the book, of course, but suffice to say that Charlie Stella has penned the Introduction, during the course of which Charlie compares – very favourably – GRIND JOINT to the work of Elmore Leonard. Quoth the blurb elves:
A new casino is opening in the rural town of Penns River, Pennsylvania but just where the money is coming from no one really knows. Is it Daniel Hecker, bringing hope to a mill town after years of plant closings? Or is the town’s salvation really an opening for Mike ‘The Hook’ Mannarino’s Pittsburgh mob to move part of their action down state? Or could it be someone even worse? When the body of a drug dealer is dumped on the casino steps shortly before its grand opening, Detectives Ben Doc Dougherty and Willie Grabek have to survive their department’s own inner turmoil and figure out not only who is behind the murder, but what it means to whoever is behind the operation itself. Between the cops, the mob, and the ex-spook in charge of casino security Daniel Rollison, a man with more secrets than anyone will ever know, Grind Joint is a mesmerizing mix of betrayal, police action, small town politics, sudden violence and the lives of the people of a town just trying to look after itself.
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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Review: SYCAMORE ROW by John Grisham

John Grisham’s debut A Time to Kill was largely ignored when it was first published in 1989. A legal thriller written while Grisham was still a practising lawyer in Mississippi, it featured the ambitious Jake Brigance, who defends his friend, Carl Lee Hailey, when Hailey is charged with the capital murder of two white men accused of raping his ten-year-old daughter, Tonya.
  The bestselling success of The Firm (1991), The Pelican Brief (1992) and The Client (1993) led to A Time to Kill being republished, and Grisham’s reputation as the pre-eminent author of legal thrillers was established. His latest offering, his 30th in total, is billed as a sequel to A Time to Kill, and reintroduces us to Jake Brigance and the world of Clanton, Mississippi.
  Set three years after Jake’s career-making defence of Carl Lee Hailey, the story opens with the discovery of the body of Seth Hubbard, a successful businessman who, dying of cancer, has opted to commit suicide. Immediately after the news of Hubbard’s death breaks, Jake receives a letter and a handwritten will from Seth Hubbard, in which the dead man renounces his previous will, cutting out his children and leaving 90% of his estate to his black housekeeper, Lettie Lang.
  When it emerges that the estate is worth $24 million before tax, the scene is set for what Jake describes as ‘a courtroom brawl’.
  Despite being described as a sequel to A Time to Kill, Sycamore Row offers a different kind of story. The former featured shootings, bombings and burnings, and laced its courtroom proceedings with dramatic action which imperilled the lives of Jake and his family. Sycamore Row, by contrast, centres on a complex probate case which explores the impact of a multi-million windfall on an entire county, as Grisham employs the vast sums of money as a kind of abrasive, scrubbing away at the Southern civility and hospitality to reveal the atavistic instincts of the white and black citizens of Ford County. Central to the story is Jake’s own crisis of conscience and his growing distaste for his profession, even as he uses the tools of his trade to repair the damage inflicted on his family during his defence of Carl Lee Hailey.
  Ultimately, however, both novels are concerned with race. The central mystery, and much of the characters’ prurient interest, revolves around the question of why a white businessman might leave his fortune to a black housekeeper. “This is not Carl Lee Hailey,” Jake tells his mentor, Lucien Wilbanks. “This is all about money.” Lucien disagrees. “Everything is about race in Mississippi, Jake, and don’t you forget that.”
  It’s a fascinating set-up, and Grisham takes his time investigating every facet of the case. Indeed, there are times when this approach feels self-indulgent; in a meandering narrative, Grisham walks us through the painstaking accumulation of detail in pre-trial while also exploring the effect of the rewritten will on the personal lives of those directly affected by Seth Hubbard’s apparently malicious disregard for blood-ties and family inheritance.
  What gradually emerges, piece by piece, is a mosaic of Ford County, one in which past and present overlap. It is, presumably, no coincidence that William Faulkner is referenced on no fewer than three occasions; indeed, Jake Brigance works in his office at a rolltop desk beneath a portrait of Faulkner. While his prose lacks the sound and fury of Faulkner’s, Grisham steeps us in the atmosphere of the Deep South, conjuring up its languid pace and impeccable manners, its drawls and its humidity, the barbed banter of its cafés and coffee shops, its charming hucksters and impossibly erudite rogues. It’s a delicious melange, particularly when Grisham unsentimentally juxtaposes Clanton’s genteel and sincere hospitality with elements of unrepentant racism.
  The result may not be the white-knuckle legal thriller that made Grisham’s reputation, but it is a reflective, warts-and-all portrait of a people uncomfortable with their past but proud of who they are. – Declan Burke

  This review was first published in the Irish Times.