Today is Bloomsday. The day when James Joyce fans insist on re-reading an unreadable book, eating fried kidney for breakfast and walking around Dublin in Edwardian costumes following the steps of literature’s most unlikely hero, Leopold Bloom.
I don’t do most of those myself, but it’s not out of a lack of desire. I do pick the book off my shelf and read it again, and maybe watch one of the dramatisations, and always find myself saying ‘next year in Dublin’. Continue reading
Following the launch of The Girl With the Bomb Inside last month, this month sees the release of Train Can’t Bring Me Home.
I’m particularly thrilled to publish this as it’s been a labour of love for the last 18 years: a postmodern campus novel that explores the limits of love, literature and language in a dizzying, intellectual, comic, erotic clash of literary styles.
It’s experimental but, I hope, a lot of fun. Continue reading
Love. Literature… and Tom Waits. Lots of Tom Waits.
1993. The former eastern bloc is open for business and a war is raging just over the border, but in a Hungarian campus town, a group of students and exiles escape into love and literature.
Dylan, a washed up American lecturer with a Tom Waits fixation, has an affair with Erzsi, his vivacious teenage Hungarian student, and a mixed group of students and teachers spend a crazy spring falling in love with their town and each other, their affair transforming everyone around them and turning the entire town into a magical place.
A postmodern campus novel that explores the limits of love, literature and language, Train Can’t Bring Me Home is a dizzying, intellectual, comic, erotic clash of discourses that mimics a host of literary styles, from bad travel writing to music journalism to a relationship break-up written as a student essay, with an array of pastiches of literary greats like Joyce, Amis, BS Johnson, Calvino, Kundera, Bukowski, Burroughs, Beckett, Stoker, Nabokov, Marquez and more. Continue reading