Simon Dillon jest trzydziestoparoletnim nieudacznikiem-utracjuszem. Ciągle wyrzucany z kolejnej pracy, nadużywa alkoholu i narkotyków. Pewnego dnia budzi się w mieszkaniu przyjaciela z ładną Francuzką, zupełnie nie pamiętając poprzedniego wieczoru. Nagle okazuje się, że jest wplątany w wojnę narkotykową pomiędzy lokalnymi gangsterami a rosyjską mafią, która próbuje przejąć biznes. Dynamiczna akcja odbywa się w tzw. Bloom’s Day, kiedy to dzieje się „Ulisses” J. Joyce’a. Tak jak Bloom i Dedalus, Simon wykonuje trasę po dublińskich pubach, uciekając przed irlandzkimi i rosyjskimi bandytami. Jego wędrówka pozwala odsłonić zupełnie inne oblicze Dublina – miasta, w którym trwa bezpardonowa i bezwzględna walka o władzę i pieniądze.
Well, this thing killed any desire I ever had to go to Dublin! Violent and vulgar. A "trashy thriller" is what it's dubbed as, but not thrilling, so much. Maybe it would've felt like a thriller if there was a more heroic protagonist instead of a weak, addicted, morally vacuous loser. And his martial-art-expert-hottie mystery companion? I can't even go there. Clearly this is the male version of the trashy romance novel. I had no idea such a thing existed... I wanted to give it 2 stars, but Moncrieff actually has some writing talent and within this train wreck the one can find some hidden gem phraseology- it's kind of like an Easter egg hunt in hell to find them though.
Took me a long time to read. Partly because i was just in a slump. But i believe mainly just because it wasn't very good. I was determined to finish it but i can see it being a cheap Liam Neeson film. I was very eager to get to my next read but wanted to finish this first. I wouldn't blame the controversially regularly dissapointing low life of a main character on my rating, as i believe others are. I believe a flawed character is good but there was no substance and the story was repetitive and just not enticing. May have made a good short story.
Great read - very enthralling book made all the more exciting because I finished it while in Dublin! The story should be a trashy thriller but Moncrieff uses some brilliant imagery and the book was more well-written than I had expected. Favourite line... 'I saw threat everywhere: it stalked behind the sunlight, coruched in the glare, just out of sight.'