![]() As the cloud of gunpowder smoke lifts, what remains is a robbery ring run by the formidable Pauline Bloom and her half-sister Betty Blixen a sex triangle involving Inspector Grainne O’Kelly, Garda rookie Pascal Greer, and Mrs. Gene Kerrigan dispatches one of Reynolds’s killers Marian Keyes kills off the simple soul who’s been intimidated into confessing to that second murder and before long it’s hard to escape the suspicion that the contributors are using homicide as their main therapy for the wildly proliferating subplots. ![]() Just in time for Bloomsday, 15 Irish poets, playwrights, and novelists have banded together to raise money for Amnesty International by contributing chapters of the shaggiest mystery you’ve ever read.Īs in Ulysses, things start off straightforwardly enough with Roddy Doyle’s opening line of dialogue: “I think he was dead before I shot him.” But the murder (if it really is murder) of retired pharmaceutical researcher Tommy Reynolds is soon lost in the clatter of corpses. ![]()
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