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<title>The Butcher Boy</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/the_butcher_boy.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/the_butcher_boy_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The Butcher Boy" alt ="The Butcher Boy"/></a><br//>"I was thinking how right ma was -- Mrs. Nugent all smiles when she met us and how are you getting on Mrs and young Francis are you both well? . . .what she was really saying was: <em>Ah hello Mrs Pig how are you and look Philip do you see what's coming now -- The Pig Family!</em>" 
This is a precisely crafted, often lyrical, portrait of the descent into madness of a young killer in small-town Ireland. "Imagine Huck Finn crossed with Charlie Starkweather," said <em>The Washington Post.</em> Short-listed for the Bram Stoker Award and the Man Booker Prize.]]></description>
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<title>The Holy City</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/the_holy_city.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/the_holy_city_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The Holy City" alt ="The Holy City"/></a><br//>Now entering his sixty-seventh year, Chris McCool can confidently call himself a member of the Happy Club: he has an attractive and exceedingly accommodating Croatian girlfriend and has been told he bears more than a passing resemblance to Roger Moore. As he looks back on the glory days of his youth, he recalls the swinging sixties of rural Ireland: a decade in which the cool cats sang along to Lulu and drove around in Ford Cortinas, when swinging meant wearing velvet trousers and shirts with frills, and where Dolores McCausland - Dolly Mixtures to those who knew her best - danced on the tops of tables and set the pulses of every man in small-town Cullymore racing. Chris McCool had it all back then. He had the moves, he had the car, and he had Dolly, a woman who purred suggestive songs and tugged gently at her skin-tight dresses, a Protestant femme fatale who was glamorous, transgressive and who called him her very own 'Mr Wonderful'. She was, in short, the answer to this bastard son of a Catholic farmer's prayers. Except that there was another Mr Wonderful in town, a certain Marcus Otoyo - a young Nigerian with glossy curls and a dazzling devoutness that was all but irresistible. Although Chris, of course, was interested in Marcus only because of their shared religious fervour and mutual appreciation of the finer things. That was all. Besides, Mr McCool was always a hopeless romantic - some even described him as excessively so - but is there anything wrong with that? Spiked with macabre humour and disquieting revelations, <em>The Holy City</em> is a brilliant, disturbing and compelling novel from one of Ireland's most original contemporary writers.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 19:58:00 +0200</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/winterwood.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/winterwood_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Winterwood" alt ="Winterwood"/></a><br//>Once, Redmond Hatch was in heaven, married to the lovely Catherine and father to enchanting daughter Immy. But then he took them both to Winterwood. And it would never be the same again…  
In Patrick McCabe's spellbinding new novel, nothing—and no one—are ever quite what they seem. When Hatch, devoted husband and father, revisits the secluded mountains where he grew up, he meets Auld Pappie Ned. While he claims to be just a harmless local fiddler, a teller of tall tales, Ned sets off a cataclysmic chain of events in Redmond's life. From the mysterious disappearance of Redmond's daughter to the reluctant remembrance of a troubled boyhood to secret glimpses into an unstable marriage, everything soon spirals out of control. Narrated with hypnotic precision and fractured lyricism, <em>Winterwood</em> is a disturbing and unforgettable tale of love, death and identity from a masterful novelist.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 19:58:00 +0200</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/breakfast_on_pluto.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/breakfast_on_pluto_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Breakfast on Pluto" alt ="Breakfast on Pluto"/></a><br//>Set in Ireland in the 1970s, Breakfast on Pluto follows the exploits of Patrick “Pussy” Braden, an endearing but deceptively tough young man. Abandoned as a baby in his small Irish hometown and aware from a very early age that he is different, Patrick survives this harsh environment with the aid of his wit, charm and a sweet refusal to let anyone or anything change who he is. This is a surreal and magical tale, a funny, moving and poignant rites of passage novel. It is also a vivid and unsettling comment on the human price paid in the cultural and political climate of Ireland at that time.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 1998 19:57:59 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Call Me the Breeze: A Novel</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/call_me_the_breeze_a_novel.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/call_me_the_breeze_a_novel_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Call Me the Breeze: A Novel" alt ="Call Me the Breeze: A Novel"/></a><br//>With T. S. Eliot's words as his guide, Joey Tallon embarks on a journey toward enlightenment in the troubling psychedelic-gone-wrong atmosphere of the late 1970s. A man deranged by desire, and longing for belonging, Tallon searches for his"place of peace" -- a spiritual landscape located somewhere between his small town in Northern Ireland and Iowa ... and maybe between heaven and hell.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2003 19:58:00 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Mondo Desperado</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 1999 19:58:00 +0300</pubDate>
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Written in the raw, unsparing prose that marks McCabe's fiction, <em>Carn</em> is the timeless story of a small town struggling to break away from its bleak past, and the lives of two women aching to escape the forces that shaped them.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 1993 19:58:00 +0200</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/poguemahone.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/poguemahone_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Poguemahone" alt ="Poguemahone"/></a><br//><p><strong>A swirling, psychedelic, bleakly funny fugue by the Booker-shortlisted author of The Butcher Boy and Breakfast on Pluto.</strong></p><p>Una Fogarty, suffering from dementia in a seaside nursing home, would be all alone without her brother Dan, whose epic free-verse monologue tells their family story. Exile from Ireland and immigrant life in England. Their mother's trials as a call girl. Young Una's search for love in a seemingly haunted hippie squat, and the two-timing Scottish stoner poet she'll never get over. Now she sits outside in the sun as her memories unspool from Dan's mouth and his own role in the tale grows ever stranger&#8212; and more sinister.</p><p>A swirling, psychedelic, bleakly funny fugue, Patrick McCabe's epic reinvention of the verse novel combines Modernist fragmentation and Beat spontaneity with Irish folklore, then douses it in whiskey and sets it on fire. Drinking song and punk libretto, ancient as myth and wholly original, Poguemahone is the...]]></description>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/the_dead_school.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/the_dead_school_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The Dead School" alt ="The Dead School"/></a><br//>From the award-winning author of "The Butcher Boy" comes a new novel of extraordinary power that, according to the San Francisco Chronicle, "confirm[s] McCabe's standing as one of the most brilliant writers to ever come out of Ireland".In "The Dead School", Patrick McCabe returns to the emotionally dense landscape of small-town Ireland to explore the inner lives of two men: a headmaster and a schoolteacher, each man the product of a soul-stifling culture, each battling his own demons of loss and betrayal. Tension coils--until tragedy strikes a young student in their charge, and the latent despair and rage that has festered in their hearts explodes onto the page. As in "The Butcher Boy", McCabe demonstrates his remarkable command of the vernacular and an uncanny ability to pinpoint the exact moment when ordinary minds take flight into madness. Equally compelling, equally heartbreaking in its impact", The Dead School" has established McCabe as one of the most celebrated writers of literary fiction today.  
"A spellbinding story of betrayal and broken dreams narrated to a wonderfully menacing effect...the sheer force of his language...positively thrums with life".-- "Los Angeles Times"  
" "The Dead School" makes compelling literature....The writing is seamless, the effect shocking: Imagine "Apocalypse Now" cheerfully narrated by Jimmy Stewart".-- "The Seattle Times"  
"McCabe [is] as skilled and significant a novelist as Ireland has produced in decades".-- "Kirkus Reviews" (starred review)]]></description>
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"There is something special about the relationship we all have with our mothers . . . "  
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Meet Pat McNab, forty-five years old, and about to embark on a homicidal rampage sparked by matricide. Or is he?  
Pat spent endless hours chain-smoking and propping up the counter of Sullivan's Select Bar (not that Mrs. McNab knew anything about it—she and Timmy the barman didn't get along at all) or sitting on his mother's knee singing away together like some ridiculous two-headed human jukebox. But that was all before the story really began—<em>Emerald Germs of Ireland</em> is in essence Pat McNab's post-matricide year.  
Pat, who now spends many of his waking hours sitting by the window in his old dark house, watching videos and nibbling abstractedly on pieces of toast, reflects on those long-gone days with Mommy, while fending off the persistent interferences of his small-town neighbors: the puritanical Mrs. Tubridy; that irascible seller of turf, the Turf Man; Sgt. "Kojak" Foley, and other unwanted snoops who could soon come to regret their inquisitive, nose-poking ways.  
This is Patrick McCabe at his fiendish best. Dark, emotionally powerful, and surreal, <em>Emerald Germs of Ireland</em> is also his funniest work to date, masterfully displaying the anarchic twists and turns that are the hallmarks of his comic genius.]]></description>
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<title>Call Me the Breeze</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/call_me_the_breeze.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/call_me_the_breeze_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Call Me the Breeze" alt ="Call Me the Breeze"/></a><br//>With T. S. Eliot's words as his guide, Joey Tallon embarks on a journey toward enlightenment in the troubling psychedelic-gone-wrong atmosphere of the late 1970s. A man deranged by desire, and longing for belonging, Tallon searches for his"place of peace" &#8212; a spiritual landscape located somewhere between his small town in Northern Ireland and Iowa ... and maybe between heaven and hell.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2003 20:20:22 +0200</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/heartland.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/patrick-mccabe/heartland_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Heartland" alt ="Heartland"/></a><br//>'This world is a bad dream.'Seven men wait in Mervyn's Mountain Bar, awaiting the arrival of Tony Begley and his six-inch boning knife, Sweety. Ray 'Ringo' Wade hides above them in the rafters, silent and consumed by shame as Jody, the only friend he's ever known, lies beaten and bound in the outhouse, waiting to meet his maker at the hands of the bar's raucous inhabitants.The reason for this bloody retribution? Ray and Jody went and jacked over the one and only William Walter Monroe &#8211; the man who took them in, for better or worse, and single-handedly moulded Glasson County into a place people could be proud of.To a man, they bear the mark of Cain, and the acts of the past are never far from the present. Insulated from the world by his shaky delusion, Ray Wade recounts the tale he has no choice but to live with.A backwoods sinfonia of rough poetry and black comedy about the love we give and the horror we visit upon one other &#8211; and...]]></description>
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