Vienna, July 2011. With Julian Gough. |
Reading from "Killoyle" in Vienna, July 2011. |
Vienna, July 2011. With Harry Rowohlt. |
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[Click covers to purchase] "To jump in anywhere [in Boylan's work] is to be caught up in a totality, a dimension between Pynchon and the Pythons, though more accessible and coherent than that implies." Killoyle Proving that the spirits of James Joyce, Flann O'Brien, and Samuel Beckett still flow in the veins of at least one writer, Roger Boylan has composed a novel filled with hilarity and doom about the inhabitants of the Irish town of Killoyle: Milo Rogers, a headwaiter and would-be poet with a bit of a drinking problem and a bit of a sexual one; Kathy Hickman, a writer for the woman's fashion magazine Glam, as well as a former pin-up girl; Wolfetone Grey, who reads books only by or about God, and who also makes anonymous phone calls through-out the town in order to make people believe, among other things, that they have just won the lottery; and a host of other peculiar folks, all suffering from and tortured by problems with God, sex, the drink, and of course Ireland. Accompanying all of this is a nameless figure who bursts on the scene in the form of acerbic, opinionated, hilarious footnotes that rudely comment upon the characters and numerous other subjects. "Killoyle ranks among the most impressive novels written by an American in recent years." Harvey Pekar "Determined to capture the spirit of bar-room Blarney and imprison it in print, Boylan writes as if Prolixity were queen of the muses. . . This is a virtuoso performance, filled with truly funny turns of phrase and event." Publishers Weekly "Back in its early days, one of the great joys of reading Spy magazine was wading through the funny footnotes printed in the margins. That same pleasure awaits in this hilarious Irish farce . . . that captures the absurdly comic spirits of Joyce and Beckett in its depiction of an Emerald Isle town peopled by some most peculiar folk, indeed. Wallowing in such gloomy, traditional Irish concerns as religious angst and too much booze, Boylan's wacky tale is deftly fleshed out with dense footnotes addressed directly to the reader, a clever technique that, in the hands of this skillful writer, helps provide for heaps of hearty laughter amid all the tears." Library Journal "Comparisons to James Joyce will come inevitably. . . . Boylan proves himself capable of spinning a fabulous yarn, as colorful as it is tangled."
This sequel to Killoyle follows the hapless inhabitants of that mythological town through the frenetic week of the Pint-Pulling Olympiad. After local lush Mick McCreek gets into a car crash with a cross-dressing church sexton, he enlists a lawyer, Tom O'Mallet. As it turns out, the lawyer's real gig is selling missiles to the IRA, and he plans to use his clueless client as a patsy. O'Mallet also hoodwinks Anil, an Indian waiter who has found himself the unlikely target of a manhunt. What Tom doesn't know is that his lucrative weapons are destined for a massive terrorist attack on the Pint-Pulling Olympiad, and that Anil's cousin Rashmi — a sweatshop worker turned intelligence operative — is hot on the bombers' trail. With a wink and a nudge, Boylan's pyrotechnic prose brings to life Ireland at its manic extremes, proving the author a dazzling and distinctive talent in American fiction. Steven Moore “Boylan's narrative resembles Joyce at his comically prolix best, with a similar appetite for vernacular nuance and pop allusion." The Village Voice "A grand Irish entertainment . . . Roger Boylan explores life’s absurdities with incomparably extravagant wordplay.” The Financial Times "You really feel yourself pulling for a rollicking Irish tale like The Great Pint-Pulling Olympiad . . Boylan’s satiric follow-up to [Killoyle] offers countless moments of lowbrow, lyrical mirth on the order of Roddy Doyle, Canadian satirist Robertson Davies or stories like Waking Ned Devine . . . Olympiad’s characters, having ‘stumbled a bit on the winding highway of life,’ leap off the page. You’ll really know their tendencies, fears and tastes . . . Boylan’s account of life in modern Ireland rings authentic, and his gifted ear (and pen) are self-evident.” Austin American-Statesman Fort Worth Star-Telegram Midwest Book Review Library Journal “An extraordinary sequence of episodes . . . highly entertaining . . . Boylan has produced a novel which reads like a mixture of [Flann O'Brien] and Tom Sharpe, with the odd Joycean aside added for good measure.” The Irish Emigrant
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