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St. Patrick`s Day – another day in Dublin

Autor Thomas McGonigle
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On Saint Patrick's Day, an Irish American writer visiting Dublin takes a day trip around the city and muses on death, sex, lost love, Irish immigrant history, and his younger days as a student in Europe. Like James Joyce’s Ulysses, Thomas McGonigle’s award-winning novel St. Patrick’s Day takes place on a single day, combining a stream-of-consciousness narrative with masterful old-fashioned storytelling, which samples the literary histories of both Ireland and America and the worlds they influence. St. Patrick’s Day relies on an interior monologue to portray the narrator’s often dark perceptions and fantasies; his memories of his family in Patchogue, New York, and of the women in his life; and his encounters throughout the day, as well as many years ago, with revelers, poets, African students, and working-class Dubliners.
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ISBN-13: 9780268100766
ISBN-10: 0268100764
Pagini: 244
Dimensiuni: 159 x 236 x 21 mm
Greutate: 0.49 kg
Editura: Wiley

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"This is first-rate prose. From the evidence of both this book and his previously published novel The Corpse Dream of N. Petkov, we realize we are in the presence of a great novelist in Thomas McGonigle. He puts a certain period of Dublin literary history before our eyes with freshness and honesty. Not only that but by his skillful use of modernist techniques he gives the 'Irish Novel' a long outstanding and much deserved kick up the arse into the twenty-first century. I praise the work mightily." —Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill, former Ireland Professor of Poetry
 
 

"A retrospective portrait of a young Irish American in Dublin, St. Patrick's Day combines the acute vision of the best fictional memoirs from both sides of the Atlantic Ocean. It has both Edward Dahlberg's acid lucidity and the caustic tone of A Fan's Notes by Frederick Exley. I make mention of these two uncommon American writers because Thomas McGonigle ranges with the lone rangers, the unique writers." —Julián Ríos, author of Larva and The House of Ulysses
 
 

"Thomas McGonigle is a second-story man called Lamont Cranston. He is the shadow figure who winkles out the secrets that lie in the dark hearts of men. And what better ground to work than the dark city of Dublin, and what better meretricious myth and all the crap that goes with it than the myth of St. Patrick's Holy Ireland. Never in the history of the Western world has there been such a bogus 'state.' Heinrich Böll famously declared, "Out on the Atlantic verge lies the beating heart of Europe." What he forgot to say was that heart is worn, tattered, and badly in need of a triple bypass, one for each of the leaves on that shamrock, the symbol of this land of benighted hypocrisy." —James McCourt, author of Mawrdew Czgowchwz, Queer Street, and Time Remaining

"If you crack open St. Patrick's Day, prepare for a stream-of-consciousness trip around Dublin's Grosvenor Square, with plenty of stops in pubs and parties. The reader is put in the mid of author Thomas McGonigle—both Thomas then and Thomas now. He intentionally obscures when the book takes place." —South Bend Tribune

 

"True to the self-revealing character of stream-of-consciousness, what you see is what you get with Tom. And other characters, whatever their status, are just as much mixed bags and passers-by as he is. No particular distinction or merit inheres in being a local, a native, a national. . . . But if in its simultaneous combinations and dislocations, its momentariness and recollection, St. Patrick’s Day provokes, in the long run it’s worth it. We could do with a bit more provocation." —Dublin Review of Books

“‘St. Patrick’s Day, another day in Dublin,'" said one of Ireland’s leading poets, “gives the ‘Irish Novel’ a long outstanding and much-deserved kick up the arse into the 21st century. I praise the work mightily.” At least—as Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill doesn’t write in English—that’s the translation. And she further offered in the Irish language: “This is first-rate prose. From the evidence of both this book and his previously published novel ‘The Corpse Dream of N. Petkov,’ we realize we are in the presence of a great novelist in Thomas McGonigle. He puts a certain period of Dublin literary history before our eyes with freshness and honesty.’” —The Irish Echo

“This succinct multi-layered satire with Horatio-Alger ending pokes fun at the American Dream as well as the American-Irish Postcard Dream. The novel reminds me of Samuel Beckett’s early satiric novel, Murphy, as well as Donleavy’s The Ginger Man, yet McGonigle’s voice and style remains uniquely his own. This book is an important literary landmark. . . . It’s time America caught up to Thomas McGonigle. . . . St. Patrick’s Day is that rare novel that must be read with attention to stylistic shifts and an alert sense of humour.” —The Millbrook Independent

Notă biografică

Thomas McGonigle was born at 110 Willoughby Avenue, Brooklyn, some years ago. His patriotism is divided between: Patchogue, Dublin, Sofia and a base on East First Street in Manhattan.His books: In Patchogue, The Corpse Dream of N. Petkov (in English and Bulgarian), Going to Patchogue, Diptych Before Dying (in Bulgarian), St. Patrick's Day another day in Dublin.Reviews and articles by TM can be read at The Guardian (London)The Washington Post, Chicago Tribune, The Los Angeles Times, Newsday. The Hollins Critic etc.abcofreading.blogspot.com

Extras

EXCERPT:

Come, hear something, read some things, I was saying.
That spring I was staying at the Russell Hotel in the cheapest or, as I have been taught to say, the most reasonable available room. I have sat before the fire in the lobby, cold glass of Carlsberg in hand, realizing: travelling out the patrimony, a gift in my case, from all the years of my father's fear of doing anything which would endanger his retirement.
After forty-nine years of work at the American Can Company he survived two years of doing, as he put it: nothing.
(From St. Patrick's Day: another day in Dublin by Thomas McGonigle)