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Summary
Ireland, awash with cash and greed, no longer turns to the Church for solace or comfort. But the decapitation of Father Joyce in a Galway confessional horrifies even the most jaded citizen.
Jack Taylor, devastated by the recent trauma of personal loss, has always believed himself to be beyond salvation. But a new job offers a fresh start, and an unexpected partnership provides hope that his one desperate vision--of family--might yet be fulfilled.
An eerie mix of exorcism, a predatory stalker, and unlikely attraction conspires to lure him into a murderous web of dark conspiracies. The specter of a child haunts every waking moment.
Explosive, unsettling and totally original, Ken Bruen's writing captures the brooding landscape of Irish society at a time of social and economic upheaval. Here is evidence of an unmistakable literary talent.
Author Notes
Ken Bruen was born in 1951 in Galway, Ireland. He was educated at Gormanston College, Meath and later at Trinity College Dublin where he earned a PhD. in metaphysics. He spent 25 years as an English teacher in Africa, Japan, Asia and South America. Ken Bruen's works include the well reeived White Trilogy and a book entitled The Guards, which won a Shamus Award .He also edited an anthology of stories set in Dublin entitled Dublin Noir. His writing speciality is crime fiction. Some of his other works include The Killing of the Tinkers, The Magdalen Martyrs, and The Dramatist and Priest, which was nominated for the 2008 Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best Novel. Ken Bruen is also the recipient of the first David Loeb Gooodis Award in 2008 for his dedication to his art.
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Reviews (5)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Recovered from incapacitating guilt over the death of a child on his watch, Jack Taylor is released from the loony bin at the start of Shamus-winner Bruen's searing fifth book about the alcoholic Galwegian ex-cop (after 2006's The Dramatist). Jack's friend Nio "Ridge" Iomaire picks him up from the hospital and mentions the gory headlines: a pedophilic priest, Father Joyce, was beheaded. At the request of another frightened priest, Jack launches an unofficial investigation with the assistance of an eager, younger partner, Cody. All the while fighting his constant ache for a drink, the maverick PI also helps Ridge ward off a stalker. Jack is a keen and literary narrator, and Bruen's latest Irish noir makes for a kind of savage poetry, at once exhausting and exhilarating. Bruen has been a finalist for Edgar, Anthony and Barry awards. (Mar.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
Jack Taylor has spent the last five months in the loony bin, recovering from the horrific tragedy at the end of The Dramatist (2006). Maybe it's his new frame of mind--most of his friends are dead or have become his enemies--or maybe it's something else, but Ireland seems to have become even more foreign to the cranky ex-Guard in that short time. His head is clanging with thoughts about the increasingly commodified Irish soul as he finds himself, barely prepared, sucked into three new cases: finding out who beheaded a child-molesting priest; catching his last remaining friend's stalker; and locating his missing ex-best friend--the father of the girl who died while Taylor was babysitting her has disappeared into skid row. Dark days, even for Taylor, though he still finds time for ruminations on literature, music, and pop culture. If you like this cup of tea, it's brewed about the same as the last one. But Bruen, a writer of talent and originality, has yet to push himself to the next level. --Keir Graff Copyright 2007 Booklist
New York Review of Books Review
MY tinfoil hat is off in admiration for anyone who translates speculative fiction for fun or profit. Lord Xenu knows, the genre can be difficult enough to understand when reader and author speak the same language; the challenge becomes exponentially greater when an interpreter must take an idea that is by definition alien to native speakers, and somehow make it comprehensible to foreign audiences. (Is there a Japanese word for "flesh-tube monster"? Apparently, there is.) But when this act of alchemy is performed just right, the cumulative effect is like science fiction squared: it can introduce a reader - even one accustomed to being shown worlds he never realized were possible - to new ways of thinking about the unknown. Sometimes such a work can further illuminate an established author about whom you thought you knew everything there was to know. STRAIGHT TO DARKNESS: Lairs of the Hidden Gods (Kurodahan, paper, $20) is the third anthology in a series of fiction by Japanese writers, set in the Cthulhu mythos of the American pulp master H. P. Lovecraft - that means dark, weird tales about tentacled beasts, ancient artifacts that ooze unidentifiable slime and baby-eating cultists eager to bring about the end of the world. As the Lovecraft scholar Robert M. Price argues in an insightful introduction, the original Cthulhu stories resonate uniquely in Japan, a nation that has not only a documented affinity for giant green, scaly monsters, but also a longstanding fear of any organized activity that smacks of cultism - a land where Christianity was alternately banned and bastardized for centuries. This historical phobia is put to chilling use in the collection's opening story, "The Secret Memoir of the Missionary," by Tanaka Hirofumi, in which a 16th-century Jesuit finds it frighteningly easy to convert the Japanese to a cannibalistic religion that surely isn't Roman Catholicism. Other stories in the book, which has been edited by Asamatsu Ken and translated by various hands, deal with the sexual subtext lurking in Lovecraft's obsessions with appendages and fluids. But by far the best entry is Kobayashi Yasumi's more straightforward "C-City," in which a team of scientists attempting to defeat Cthulhu instead creates an entity even more deadly. (Sometimes a tentacle is just a tentacle.) Of course, there are plenty of talented international science-fiction authors working in their own milieus, too. BABYLON BABIES (Semiotext(e), paper, $19.95), an underappreciated novel by the French punk rocker turned writer Maurice G. Dantec, deserves a wider audience, and not just because its author is frequently mentioned in the same breath as Michel Houellebecq (and definitely not because the book is being adapted into a movie starring Vin Diesel). Like Houellebecq, Dantec takes his inspiration from both high and low culture; he is the sort of writer who cites Sun Tzu's "Art of War" and the Stooges' "Search and Destroy" with equal facility. The hero of "Babylon Babies," named Toorop, is a kind of cultural mongrel himself, a former member of the Bosnian special forces now working as a mercenary, hired to protect a schizophrenic young woman while she travels an itinerary designed to lead her across three continents. Inevitably, plans go awry, as Toorop and his mysterious charge encounter an enclave of cyborg separatists, an intelligent computer suffering from gender identity issues, and a really smashing combination of drugs and computer software capable of inducing the most delicious sadomasochistic delights. These are all clever inventions, but what makes the novel (translated by Noura Wedell) so haunting is its vision of a near future in which society has fractured along every possible national, tribal and sectarian fault line. Wars among European, Islamic and Asian militias blur together as seamlessly as a rerun of "Beverly Hills 90210" gives way to a Russian broadcast of "Swan Lake," and every last surviving scrap of humanity is left to its own devices to continue what Dantec calls "the austere work of survival." Mankind's political and territorial struggles need not be confined solely to this planet. In her novel A GAME OF PERFECTION (Edge/Hades, paper, $16.95), Élisabeth Vonarburg returns to the planet Virginia, introduced in her previous novel "Dreams of the Sea" as a distant satellite of the star Altair, settled by humans and embroiled in the same postcolonial conflicts as its earthly namesake. In this sequel (translated by the author and Howard Scott), Vonarburg, a French-language writer who lives in Canada, focuses on a character named Simon Rossem, a former autistic savant who finds himself miraculously healed of his affliction, imbued with extrasensory abilities and aging only in appearance while his internal organs never deteriorate. In a story that spans decades, Simon becomes a mentor to a team of young psychics he is fated to outlive, and unearths clues about his planet's early, feudalistic history. While I'm not certain the many interlocking pieces of the narrative fit together by its end - this is only the second book in a five-volume epic - it is fascinating to watch Vonarburg grapple with the psyche of a man who might live for centuries or more, whose desires and motivations need not conform with those of us who'll get a mere 75 years if we're lucky. Even when a translated work of fantasy doesn't necessarily capture the collective imagination of an American audience, it can still offer a valuable window into the author's native culture. In Russia, Sergei Lukyanenko's "Night Watch" novels, about a continuing battle between supernatural "Others" fought in the shadows of modern-day Europe, have been best sellers, and a film version of "Night Watch" was a blockbuster there as well. But neither the book nor the film has found a substantial following in the States yet. ANDREW Bromfield's translation of the franchise's second book, DAY WATCH (Miramax/Hyperion, paper, $13.95), showcases Lukyanenko's sardonic sense of humor. (He wrote this novel in collaboration with Vladimir Vasiliev.) Years after the collapse of the Soviet Union, his Others are still obsessed with bureaucracy and rigid notions of tradition: When is the most appropriate time in a young man's life for him to become a vampire? What recourse is one permitted after being assaulted by a shape-shifting hooker? The bickering orders of Light and Dark operate not from enchanted castles but from deceptively mundane office complexes; they still visit the old Soviet youth camp of Artek to recharge their batteries, and when they can't settle their differences with old-fashioned magic, there is an ominous Dostoyevsky-style inquisition waiting to intervene with verdicts of dematerialization. I suppose it's comforting, in a way, to learn that while Mother Russia's monsters may differ from generation to generation, their methodology never really changes. And then, every so often, you come across a work whose vividness and vitality are so abundant they seem to transcend language. The Serbian author Zoran Zivkovic (not to be confused with the former prime minister of Serbia) already has many passionate supporters in America, and though it is too soon to crown him the new Borges, SEVEN TOUCHES OF MUSIC: A Mosaic Novel (Aio, $23.95) makes him a leading candidate for the position. A well-produced and elegant little book, "Seven Touches" is a set of stories in which music plays a transformative, often mystical role in the lives of the characters: an organ grinder's abrasive melodies cause a woman to see visions of others' deaths; an antique music box summons up ghosts in the apartment of an old widower. Though some of the scenarios may be stock, Zivkovic's renderings of them never are - he invariably finds some kernel of transcendence in routine and unexamined rituals. Equal credit is due his translator, Alice Copple-Tosic, who makes him readable without sacrificing the exotic otherness of his expressions: for example, his description of an interrupted dream returning to its "inky lake," or a cryptic warning that those who await the arrival of a horseman should not "mistake your heartbeat for the beat of a horse's hoofs." It feels almost too confining to place Zivkovic's work in the category of speculative fiction, but until our limited language can generate a more befitting name for his genre, the classification will have to do. Science fiction is a challenge for translators. (Is there a Japanese word for 'flesh-tube monster? Apparently.)
Kirkus Review
When a pedophile priest is decapitated, p.i. Jack Taylor (The Dramatist, 2006, etc.) seeks to get his own head on straight. A multi-substance-abuser of some standing, Jack Taylor has come within an eyelash of the ultimate crack-up. Sitting zombie-like in a wheelchair in a Galway mental hospital, he's salvaged through the kindness of strangers--plus one female friend--and something inside him, some kernel untouched by booze, makes him want to reward the considerable effort required for his rescue. So, putting aside his "full quota of self-loathing," he agrees to try to solve pro bono the riddle of the headless priest. Who hated Father Joyce enough to brutalize him? Any number of those brutalized by him when they were too young and powerless to defend themselves against a predator so authoritatively robed. Taylor focuses on a list of potential avengers, narrows them to three and discovers as he does how many ripples old crimes can create. Not that this is really news to him, inasmuch as his own old crimes continue to bring about shattering, inescapable punishment. As bleak and uncompromising a noir stylist as anyone working the genre. And there's comfort for the squeamish: The insights are always sharp, the wit can flash and, anyway, you don't read Bruen for his worldview. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Library Journal Review
The fifth installment in the Jack Taylor series (after The Dramatist) is typical Bruen-brooding and depressing-yet irresistible. Taylor is a P.I. in Galway, Ireland, who has seen enough trouble in his life for a dozen men. After checking himself out of a mental institution, he agrees to look into the gruesome murder of a local priest. Taylor seems to catch a break when an old acquaintance bequeaths him a home and some money. But Taylor's demons-alcohol, cigarettes, loneliness, regret, and shame, among others-are always there and in constant need of attention. His investigation into the priest's murder reveals grim insights into life in modern-day Ireland not found in any tourist brochures, as well as the dark secrets the priest took to his grave. With any Bruen novel, you get the feeling that the author has poured his soul into the pages. Recommended for most mystery collections. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ 11/1/06.]-Ken Bolton, Cornell Univ. Lib., Ithaca, NY (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
