Flann O'Brien

I see they have a vintage tractors calendar 75% off - is that what you went in for?

saturdays is H/F ----> celtic whiskey store days on dawson st, if anything catches my eye in either so be it

I've my two copies of ATSB already and that's enough to keep a man well-supplied and ready at the drop of a hat.

Both obtained upon licensed premises no doubt

Oddly I only have one.

I believe that hardback is the 2019 80th anniversary edition.

I didn't think that Darraghmac lived in Dublin.

Next to Joyce and Paul Bowles I'm pretty sure this is the author of whose work I've read the most completely.

Oddly I only have one.

I believe that hardback is the 2019 80th anniversary edition.

I didn't think that Darraghmac lived in Dublin.

― the pinefox, Sunday, 2 February 2020 20:05 (three hours ago) bookmarkflaglink

Next to Joyce and Paul Bowles

god the stink must be bad by now

well joyce is in bronze tbf

If you only have one copy and you reread it frequently, there is a serious risk of you becoming quantumly entangled with the book, due to mollycules. You will find yourself increasingly wishing to rest on shelves. Or check yourself back into libraries. Beware.

Ports plan for Brexit Irish Sea checks

"We are still in this territory of not getting clarity from the government just yet as to how they actually see trade agreements being, because if we get good trade agreements, we won't need to have certain checks."

Never forget that tenure by sochemaunce seisined by feodo copyholds in gross and reseisined through covenants of foeffseignory in frankalpuissaunce is alienable only by droit of bonfeasaunce subsisting in free-bench coigny or in re-vested copywrites of seisina facit stipidem, a fair copy bearing a 2d. stamp to be entered at the Court of Star Chamber.

Furthermore, a rent seck indentured with such frankalseignory or chartamoign charges as may be, and re-empted in Market Overt, subsists thereafter in graund serjaunty du roi, eighteen fishing smacks being deemed sufficient to transport the stuff from Lisbon.

too real

i eat my lunch under a sketch by the great man's brother

One dilly dallying civil servant recognised another

voting 'coigny'

I have just the one copy, but it's had Premier Handling*.

*Each volume to be thoroughly handled, eight leaves in each to be dog-eared, a suitable passage in not less than 25 volumes to be underlined in red pencil, and a leaflet in French on the works of Victor Hugo to be inserted as a forgotten book-mark in each. Say, £2 17s 6d. Five per cent discount for literary university students, civil servants and lady social workers

http://www.eerpublishing.com/gallacher-bohemian-belfast-and-dublin.html

Obscure stuff, from an obscure press, but this book could be quite interesting on the postwar Flann and his Dublin.

just finished 'the hard life' - brisk and well-observed but patently weighted with what must have been the writer's own mounting woes, very little allowed to transcend except the irrepressible brother

One of the oddest things about that book is how much is taken up with the brother (Manus?) 's letters. They fill page after page. I don't think FO'B entirely knew what he was doing in that regard.

Kind of interesting about Mr Collopy's campaign and his audience with the Pope, though.

Well, the letters don't start really happening until the final third, but then oh boy. It's almost like the narrator is being written out of his own book, which I presume intentionally-done

The narrator does otoh have the pleasure of being able to dismiss the brother's reams of advice with disillusioned curtness, so there's right of reply

I do wonder if FOB harboured an as-it-happens impossible desire to move to London at this time

Myles would reminisce about Germany.

Curse it, my mind races back to my Heidelberg days. Sonya and Lili. And Magda. And Ernst Schmutz, Georg Geier, Theodor Winklemann, Efrem Zimbalist, Otto Grun. And the accordion player Kurt Schachmann. ... Beer and music and midnight swims in the Neckar. Chats in erse with Kun O'Meyer and John Marquess... Alas, those chimes. Und als wir nahmen/ Abscheid vor den Toren/ beim letzten Kuss, da hab' Ich Klar erkannt/ dass Ich mein Herz/ in Heidelberg verloren/ MEIN HERZ/ es schlagt am Neck-ar-strand! Tumpty tumpty tum.

He couldn't go anywhere, he had to support the family. The only escape was alcohol.