It’s a booze-drenched, coke-lit, weed-heady, lust-hard, music-pumpin’, hunger-driven’ machine of a novel, diving through a disparate cast of characters as they get pulled close, and tragedies from earlier generations reoccur. This novel veers from the filthy to the emotive, from bathos to pathos, from high-fallutin’ evocations of depression and remorse to dirty little sex and drug scenes. I’m gushing a bit, because I haven’t read anything this good for a few weeks and there’s nothing else going on in my life other than labelling. Jimmy Phelan is the local crime lord with his finger in every criminal pie, Tony Cusack is Ryan’s alcoholic widower father and Jimmy’s old schoolfriend, Tara Duane is a local weirdo with connections throughout the criminal world and a predilection for much younger men and Maureen is Jimmy’s newly un-estranged mother, who’s just murdered Georgie’s boyfriend and upsets the city enough to throw all these disparate people together in harrowing, hilarious, heavy-going and heartfelt ways. Georgie is a prostitute in a relationship based on mutual substance dependence. Ryan Cusack is a fifteen-year-old drug dealer in Cork, down at the Arse End of Ireland (which was the name of McInerney’s unarchived blog). The Glorious Heresies is almost as good as labelling. grim crims in a city), but The Glorious Heresies isn’t shit. As an early shock, it has a similar premise to recent “worst book I’ve ever read” The Bricks That Built The Houses(i.e. The Glorious Heresies does everything a book is meant to do, and it does them spectacularly. AND all of this excitement is even more embarrassing because the book I was reading in the handful of windows I’ve had between heady labelling sessions was a corker (pun-intended): Lisa McInerney’s Bailey’s Prize Winning debut novel: The Glorious Heresies. What isn’t amazing is a life where labelling is the main highlight of your week. It didn’t, though: the labelling was amazing. I was mainly thinking about the labels I was due to deal with when I returned home, feeling trepidation that my labelling might prove unpleasureable or even problematic.

Fuckin classy innit #lux #highend #classy #fancy

The glorious heresies review