Stephen J Martin is an Irish writer of contemporary comic fiction.
Martin grew up in Raheny, Dublin. He graduated with a Bachelor of Engineering from Dublin City University. Having spent several years working in IT in the Far East, he became a full-time writer in 2002.
Having graduated from college with a degree in Electronic Engineering, Stephen J Martin worked in Japan for eight years [1]. During this time he became involved in a local amateur theatre group, The Hiberian Players. He directed plays by Joseph O'Connor and Sean O'Casey and acted in Roddy Doyle's Brownbread and Dermot Bolger's one-man play, In High Germany. Also during this time, he was the singer in a local Tokyo-based rock band, Yer Mot's a Dog, touring extensively throughout Asia with the band.
Martin cites these literary and musical influences when asked about his decision to take up writing despite having had no formal background in the Arts. The Superchick trilogy largely draws on his experiences as the singer in a band and is a comic look at the behind-the-scenes challenges of touring and performing [2].
He is a fluent Irish-speaker and regularly appears on Irish-language radio and TV programs.
Stephen J Martin is married and currently lives with his wife in Hong Kong.
Call it double standards, but there were only two basic differences between the last two books I've read. Both were about improbable groups of mates talking shite, slagging each other off, drinking, shagging, falling in love, following their dreams, with a vague music theme. The two differences? The gender of the mates, and the fact that one book was awful (female) and one wasn't (male). I probably ought to have been outraged by the disrespectful portrayal and description of women, but I was just amused. Having said that, it was only a solid three stars until the final fifty or so pages, where an entire star was earned solely from Sure, hats off to ye, Martin...
I really enjoyed Superchick. Being from Dublin I could see the characters clearly and thought Martin captured the humour - the constant slagging - perfectly. Love how the characters are shaped through the cultural mashup of Dubliners and overseas visitors - from Japan and Spain. And slightly fancy Aesop, naturally.
Hated this book so much. Unlikeable and uninteresting characters. It made me fell that horrible frustrated feeling you get when you are in a public space and strangers are having a loud self absorbed conversation.
Dit is zo een boek waar je er maar niet slaagt om je lach in te houden waardoor de mensen in je omgeving met plaats vervangende schaamte van je weg kijken.