Category: Book Reviews

ONE SUMMER: AMERICA 1927
BILL BRYSON
DOUBLEDAY 557 pages €22.99

Bill Bryson’s latest is another winner, a witty and engrossing snapshot of the USA in the summer of 1927.

It is above all a tribute to one of the signature events of the Twentieth Century, Charles Lindburgh’s successful solo transatlantic flight in May. Bryson thought at first of devoting the book to Lindburgh’s achievement, but broadened it , though throughout Lindburgh crops up, whether the flight itself, the amazing public reaction and adulation that followed or his extraordinary triumphal tour of the USA and abroad during that summer.

Other events made headlines that summer. The book’s secondary theme is Babe Ruth’s progress towards a new record (60) for baseball home runs, finally achieved on the last day of the season. It was also the summer of the “long count” during the Tunney – Dempsey title fight in Chicago, and, less pleasantly, the controversial execution of the anarchists Sacco and Vanzetti in August.

For Bryson the year was a watershed in other ways, at a time when America was beginning to outstrip Europe and assert itself globally. The Jazz Singer was made, heralding the arrival of talking films. “Television was created. Radio came of age.” A Supreme Court Judgement paved the way for the indictment of Al Capone for tax evasion. In July the world’s leading central bankers took a fateful decision to lower interest rates, fuelling a share price bubble that, when it burst in 1929, precipitated the Great Depression. There were unprecedented floods in Mississippi. Work began on the Mount Rushmore sculptures.

But above all, the year was one in which “ a kid from Minnesota flew across an ocean and captivated the planet in a way it had never been captivated before.” Bryson portrays brilliantly Lindburgh’s achievement. At twenty five, he had worked for two years as an airmail pilot and was by 1927 an experienced and proficient flyer; flying, indeed, was the one thing he did well. With a tiny budget, he negotiated with a small company in San Diego, Ryan Airlines, to build a plane for $6,000 plus the engine cost.

The plane was rudimentary in the extreme. Lindburgh was unable to see out the front, as the fuel tank, for safety reasons, was placed up front behind the engine ( he banked sideways to see where he was!) . It had no fuel gauge; he computed his fuel use manually. It had no brakes and was made of cotton stretched over wood and tubular steel.

Yet Lindburgh managed to fly it over 3500 miles in 33 hours, finding his way unerringly by dead reckoning, calculating on his lap in an unstable plane. He passed Dingle as one of his reference points and circled the Eiffel Tower before landing in Paris on 21 May to a hero’s welcome. He ate only sandwiches, and used a bucket as a toilet – twice, as he confided to King George V. Bryson describes him as “unquestionably a candidate for the greatest pilot of his age if not all ages.”

September 25 2013

JFK’S LAST HUNDRED DAYS
THURSTON CLARKE
ALLEN LANE 432 pages €21.99

JFK’S LAST HUNDRED DAYS
THURSTON CLARKE
ALLEN LANE 432 pages €21.99

One of the photographs in this fascinating book is of Marlene Dietrich being welcomed to the White House on September 10 1963. Evelyn Lincoln, the President’s personal secretary, noted “ she looks mighty good – leggy for 62.” Her meeting with JFK on this occasion was brief, and in the Oval Office, even though Jackie was out of town, in contrast to a year earlier when the two had met in the family quarters and slept together.

Dietrich’s account of that encounter is hilarious. Seeing Kennedy unwinding the bandages holding his back brace in place, she thought “ I’d like to sleep with the President, sure, but I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to be on top.” However, he took the superior position and she reported it being over “ sweetly and very soon.” With an urgent speaking appointment waiting she shook him awake after dressing and he escorted her, wearing only a towel “ as if it were an everyday event – which in his life it probably was”, to an elevator, instructing the operator to arrange a car to take her to the Statler Hotel. His parting exchange was to ask had she slept with his father, remarking when she denied it “that’s one place I’m in first.”

Vignettes like this mark Clarke’s book, surely one of many as the 50th anniversary of Dallas approaches, as an enthralling and compelling read which few will put down. The rich detail makes it far more than just a snapshot of the three months before the assassination. With no presentiment of what was to come the President carried out a full and frantic schedule to the end.

How full Clarke’s account makes clear. There was no end of term wind down. Life went on. Tough political arm twisting secured the successful passage through the Senate of the Nuclear Test Ban Treaty, permitting Kennedy to sign in early October. On August 28 came the historic Civil Rights March, with Martin Luther King’s “ I have a Dream” speech. The President grasped the march’s significance and endorsed it, in the knowledge that doing so, in tandem with his civil rights legislation, would cost him political support, particularly in the South.

For a President who had won in 1960 by the slenderest of margins there were always political considerations. The months were filled with plans and concerns about the 1964 election, the follow up to the developing thaw with the Soviet Union and first moves in an initiative towards Castro. An unexpectedly successful tour of several western states was followed by the fateful decision in early October to include Dallas in a Texas visit. Meanwhile the worsening morass in Vietnam was commanding more and more of the President’s attention.

The President’s private and public lives were inextricably mixed. On the day that the new U.S. ambassador to Vietnam, Henry Cabot Lodge, flew out, August 21, an Air Force plane left Andrews Air Force Base carrying Ellen Rometsch, a former East German refugee and one of JFK’s sexual partners, deported on Bobby Kennedy’s instructions, amid allegations that she was a spy.

There was a history to everything – like the Dietrich meeting, or the fateful decision to visit Dallas – and Clarke cleverly weaves in past detail and background, to create a rounded portrait of those days. Clarke is clearly a Kennedy admirer – the book is at its weakest in the claims he makes for what Kennedy might have achieved – but he does not ignore JFK’s flaws and conveys effectively the sense of loss and promise unfulfilled after Dallas.

While much of the book deals with political events, it is most compelling regarding Kennedy’s personal life. It begins just before the “ Hundred Days”, on August 7 with the premature birth and tragic death on August 9 of Patrick Kennedy, an event which affected both parents deeply, and which brought them closer together.

JFK was particularly solicitous towards Jackie after Patrick’s death. She had suffered severe post natal depression after John Jr’s birth three years before, and Kennedy feared a repetition. This may have prompted him to curb his womanising and there are several quotes from Jackie towards the end in which she expressed optimism that their marriage was going to work. Indeed it was this positive frame of mind that led her to agree to go campaigning with him in Texas.

Before that, however, was the Greek trip in early October, something Kennedy regarded with trepidation . Jackie planned to accompany her sister Lee Radziwill on a cruise aboard Aristotle Onassis’ yacht, and JFK feared negative public reaction so soon after her bereavement. He crafted bland press releases to play down the notion that the cruise was a jet-setting jaunt. He informed Franklin Roosevelt Jr. and his wife, who were going along as chaperones that “Lee wants Jackie to be her beard ( to disguise her affair with Onassis).”

The trip went ahead, proved as embarrassing as he had feared and was followed by a side-trip to Morocco. Jackie thus missed the state visit and dinner for Sean Lemass on October 15, an event which, Clarke notes, “may have meant more to her husband than any of his presidency”. The book, throughout, is peppered with references to Kennedy’s affection for Ireland.

Details abound, some superfluous, all interesting. JFK’s chronic health problems, his preoccupation with his place in history, his abhorrence of the prospect of nuclear war, even Jackie’s white gloves, worn habitually to hide nicotine stained fingers, are all covered. Kennedy was aware of the target he presented, observing that “Crowds don’t threaten me. It’s that fellow standing on the roof with a gun that I worry about.” He was also philosophical: “ What will be, will be.”

Inevitably, the last chapters command attention. On November 21 he observed his back felt better than for years, commenting later that “ Jackie is my greatest asset.” At Dallas Airport one reporter compared the sunlight hitting her pink suit to “ a blow between the eyes.” Their reception was ecstatic. Then came the motorcade. Incredibly “ the Secret Service did not check the upper floors of buildings unless they had received specific threats.”

All those of a certain age remember what they were doing when they heard that Kennedy was dead. This gripping book reminds us just why.

August 2013

ECHOLAND
JOE JOYCE
LIBERTIES PRESS 369 PAGES €13.99

Veteran journalist author and playwright Joe Joyce ( the man who co-wrote The Boss, the seminal book on the Charlie Haughey era) has turned his hand to thrillers. And his fiction is just as accomplished as his political writing.

In ” Echoland”, Joe Joyce has produced an entertaining and atmospheric historical thriller set in Dublin in June 1940. France is about to fall to the Nazis, Britain seems next and an air of uncertainly grips Ireland, not helped by wartime censorship. Most people want to remain neutral but some see a German victory as a way of advancing a united Ireland.

Paul Duggan is a young lieutenant assigned to G2, Army Intelligence, where, together with a Special Branch detective, Peter Gifford, he is tasked with investigating a suspected German spy living in Merrion Square. He is distracted almost immediately by approaches from his uncle, a scheming Fianna Fail T.D., to help find his daughter, who has disappeared after a row. As the story unfurls there are developments and crossovers between Paul’s official and personal affairs, with the IRA intruding into both.

Joyce cleverly interweaves a fictional account with contemporary real life events and people. Herman Goertz, the most important German spy active in Ireland during the war features, as do the German ambassador and his deputy.

The main plot revolves around mystifying correspondence between the Merrion Square suspect (who deliberately leads his embarrassed watchers daily through Swttzer’s lingerie department) and an address, identified as German intelligence, in Copenhagen. Clearly the correspondence is coded, but what is the real message? Is it, as the Irish authorities suspect, negotiations to supply the IRA with weapons to support a German invasion?

All the official doubts and paranoia of the time, with Ireland struggling to maintain her neutrality faced with a difficult international scene, and no easy options, are well conveyed. Ditto the double dealing and deceit over the distraction of Paul’s missing cousin. There are further twists and revelations as the pace increases towards the exciting climax.

The story paints an evocative picture of Dublin at the time. The aroma of cigarettes seems to rise from the pages; it is the era when everyone smoked. While there are cars, the prevalent private transport is by bicycle, with tram tracks everywhere. A date means a trip to the cinema. There is radio only. The pace of life is slower.
The author also points up the naïve confidence of some, epitomised in Paul’s uncle, that the British were beaten, that the Irish could see off the Germans, as they had the British decades earlier. Even more naïve were those who believed that the Nazis posed no threat because we were either too far away or were potential allies. The other neutrals “were in the way – but we’re not.”

Paul, even though a young man, is already more realistic. Visiting his parents in the west, he hears that his father (old IRA) had gone out with the LDF following rumours that the Germans had landed in Galway. “ Shotguns against Stukas, he thought.”

Joyce’s novel brilliantly portrays the atmosphere at the time, full of edgy uncertainty. It brings our neutrality during the war years to life and the questions that neutrality raised.

A great holiday read.

August 2013

WHAT IN THE WORLD
AUTHOR: PEADAR KING
THE LIFFEY PRESS 264 PAGES; €19.95

Noma, or “grazers’ disease” is a tissue degenerative infection which attacks in particular children between two and six in certain areas of Sub-Saharan Africa. The mucous membrane in the mouth develops ulcers, which in turn degenerate surrounding tissue and eventually attack the bones of the face. The mortality rate is estimated at 80%. Simple treatment with antibiotics and proper nutrition can clear up the disease. It is, in other words, a disease of the Third World.

In 2009, “ What in the World,” RTE’s much praised documentary series, covered the disease during its fourth season in a programme entitled ”Noma in Niger.” The first programme of the series, in 2004, covered the extensive use child labour in India. The second series, in 2006, included a programme revisiting the Killing Fields of Cambodia. This highly readable book, written by the programme’s producer and presenter, Peadar King, recounts the experience of making the series and its high points between 2004 and 2009.

The series was designed to bring into sharp focus, for the Irish viewer, people and situations in the Third or Developing World, with particular reference to the how and why so many people live in abject conditions of poverty and disease. The book reflects this, with separate chapters giving screenshots of particular situations in nineteen countries, eighteen from Latin America, Africa and Asia, plus the United States (where the programme in 2006 covered the death penalty and the high incidence of black males in prison).

The author is unashamedly partisan, both in condemning the current world economic system and in upbraiding the political class in the west for, as he sees it, ceding power and authority to the international financial institutions who underpin this system. He is particularly scathing on the way in which the mainstream media contribute to what he calls the virtual invisibility of the poor and the disfavoured by ignoring them. He is also not slow to criticise Third World elites who misappropriate fortunes and exploit their own people.

Clearly neither the book nor the series can cover all the injustices in the world. However, by concentrating on the people experiencing injustice at first hand, the book brings the issues to life. So in Ecuador there are interviews with the leader of the Cofan people of Lago Agrio, pitched in legal battle with Chevron over pollution from oil drilling, and in Senegal with local fishermen who see their traditional fishing grounds plundered by large factory ships from Europe and Asia. In Laos the book carries heart rending interviews with the families of victims of cluster bombs, relics of US bombings a generation earlier.

There are some interesting revelations. In 1965 there were over 7000 Irish priests brothers and nuns in Africa, Asia and Latin America, 4000 in Africa alone; today there are fewer than 2000 Catholic missionaries in the entire continent. The vacuum, however, is being filled by Pentacostal and Evangelical missionaries with an effective, stripped down version of Christianity. The author asserts the growth of this religion is outstripping even that of Islam and far exceeds the efforts of the Catholic and mainstream Protestant churches, and, moreover, is doing so “ far away from the glare and scrutiny of most media.”

Population growth in Africa is stunning. In 1950 Africa had 221 million inhabitants, Europe 547 million. By 2010 Europe’s population was 738 million while Africa had risen to over a billion. The pressure on resources is enormous and growing. The continent is vastly wealthy in terms of natural resources, yet very little trickles down to the ordinary African. This is most dramatically portrayed in the chapter on oil rich Angola, a proxy battlefield during the Cold War, with the world’s most expensive capital city – Luanda, a country in which half the population subsist on a dollar a day, from which $10 billion in oil revenues seeps out annually, and which boasts Africa’s first billionaire – the President’s daughter.

The book will be an eye-opener for some, a timely reminder for others, of the human cost to those at the bottom, of the current way the world’s economy is managed to sustain the lifestyles of those at the top. Like the series, it is disturbing and thought provoking.

April 2013

THE CITY OF SHADOWS

AUTHOR: MICHAEL RUSSELL

AVON 468 pages €11.50, ebook €8.46

This debut novel is a superb atmospheric thriller, set for the most part in the Dublin of the 1930’s, but also featuring Danzig and the struggle between the Nazis and Sean Lester, the (Irish) League of Nations representative in the city. The author, a TV script writer and producer (Emmerdale Farm, Touch of Frost) now living in Ireland, has brought his skills to produce a page turner of high quality.

The story opens with the Phoenix Park Mass during the 1932 Eucharistic Congress and a murder which follows it. The scene then shifts to 1934 and a raid on an abortion clinic catering for the rich and powerful, where the hero, Detective Sergeant Stefan Gillespie, encounters a young Jewish Dubliner, Hannah Rosen, seeking information on her friend, who disappeared after an affair with a Catholic priest.

Later two bodies are found buried in the Dublin mountains, and, as the plot unfolds, Stefan and Hannah find themselves in a Danzig where the Nazis are poised to seize power.

There are particularly evocative portrayals of Dublin in the 1930s, from the Congress Mass with McCormack singing, to the Jewish community and shops around Clanbrassil Street, from the swans on the Grand canal to the streets from Westland Row to Grafton St. and around Stephen’s Green. The rural setting around Baltinglass is also well portrayed. The story imparts superbly the sense of place and local geography of the time, with the historical context particularly thoroughly researched.

It’s all there: De Valera’s rise, Eoin O’Duffy and the Blue Shirts, the Broy Harriers, the reminder that the civil war was in the very recent past and that violence still lurks in the shadows. The all-powerful Catholic church, with a visit to a Magdalen laundry, and the flaunting of the Ne Temere decree as well as the flirting with fascism among some Catholics are accurately portrayed as are the covert gay scene and the cupboard skeletons of many.

The book is populated by a marvellous set of characters, from the fictional hero and heroine, through Gardai, members of the Special Branch, the clergy and ordinary people straight and gay. These are interwoven cleverly with real characters of the era. The sinister figure of Adolf Mahr, Director of the National Museum and Gauleiter of the Nazi Party in Ireland, is memorably drawn as are Garda Commissioner Eamon Broy, and Michael Mac Liammoir, brilliantly described as “ an actor who gave his life’s greatest performance as an Englishman triumphantly playing an Irishman.”

There are equally fine portraits of Sean Lester, the Irish diplomat who became the League of Nations High Commissioner in Danzig in 1933 where he fought almost single handedly against Nazi persecution and discrimination against the Jews, before being eventually forced out, and his solitary ally, Bishop Edward O Rourke, a Russian Count of Wild Geese extraction. Both play a significant (fictional) role in the story.

There are hints from the author that there will be sequels involving Stefan Gillespie. On the basis of this they will be eagerly awaited. Highly recommended.

February 2013

UP THE REPUBLIC
AUTHOR.EDITOR : FINTAN O TOOLE
FABER AND FABER 227 pages €15

Fintan O’Toole is joined by seven of Ireland’s leading academics writers and journalists in this collection of essays which explores where Ireland stands as a republic and how the state of the nation could be improved as the centenary of 1916 approaches. The contributions are informative, provocative and never dull.

After the tragic happening in Galway last week, Dearbhail McDonald’s piece on the relationship as it has evolved between the “Law and the Republic” is of particular topical interest. She traces the role of the Irish judiciary in developing and articulating personal rights not expressly mentioned in the 1937 constitution but implicitly guaranteed by it, citing as an example the 1973 McGee case, which overturned the ban on contraceptives.

She then deals with the abortion debate in Ireland , giving a concise and accurate account of the background to the 1983 amendment, the X case, and the 1992 Supreme Court judgement, noting that, two decades on, there is still “no legal clarity” on the issue owing to the dereliction of duty by politicians, while noting that, ”for elected representatives, it is political suicide.” Meanwhile there has been a “heart-breaking alphabet soup” of cases taken since, seeking for the law post-X to be clarified.

Elsewhere, in a powerfully argued opening chapter, Fintan O Toole examines the history of Ireland’s three “republics” – those declared by the Fenians in 1867, at the GPO in 1916 and in Canada in 1949. His conclusion is that “the vague incomplete half republic that existed” until 2008 “imploded because it was gerry-built” and calls for the creation of a new one based on justice and equality.

For Iseult Honohan republicanism embraces notions of interdependence, self-government and the common good, but notes in Ireland republicanism was long conflated with nationalism. She warns against populism and scapegoating in the current situation. Elaine Byrne writes of a crisis of trust in Irish public life and discusses how this can be remedied, reporting on the deliberative democracy experiment here “We the Citizens”. She deplores what has happened since 2008 and quotes Cicero that a nation cannot survive treason from within.

Tom Hickey discusses the role of education in imparting necessary civic skills, examining the ideal civic mission, the practicalities of educating children to be independent of their upbringing and the relative merits of religious and non-religious education here. Fred Powell explores the issue of whether people are citizens or subjects, and ponders where the policy of austerity in Ireland will end. He suggests that, in the regenerated republic there should be ten core Principles for Critical Citizenship.

Theo Dorgan asks what is law, whence does it derive and how is it formulated. He draws on the works of Michael Hartnett and John Montague in particular in teasing out his thesis. Philip Pettit reflects on the Occupy movements with particular reference to the Zapatero government in Spain; he concludes we are experiencing a perfect storm.

November 2012

A RECIPE FOR DISASTER
AUTHOR: JOHN HENRY
OLD LINE PUBLISHING 296 pages about £13.00 in U.K.

A wry and amusing saga on the life and adventures of Joe Henry, an Irish office machine salesman, covering several decades from the mid-60s. The book is a collection of linked anecdotes on the lows and highs of Joe’s life, and, per the author, evolved from a series of stories written as his weekly contributions to the Torrevieja Writers’ Circle.

The stories are completely true, embroidered fact or pure fiction and the author challenges “anyone to figure out which parts are which.” Take your choice. Did he punch his boss on the nose? Did he lose his license, and job, over drunk driving? Did he close Dublin Airport over a bomb scare and was he strip searched? That’s just a sample.

Some of the incidents are unbelievable, some all too likely to have happened, a catalogue of misadventure. Set against a backdrop of the Ireland of the Troubles, Joe emerges in the book as a basically accident prone figure with a Midas touch for getting into difficult situations both at home and work.

The rollercoaster married life of the Henrys began with Joe –a Northern Protestant – marrying Susan – a Dublin Catholic – in mid-60’s Ireland over the objections of both sets of parents. The episode of their courtship and marriage is one of the strongest and most thought provoking of the book.

Alcohol induced flashbacks take us selectively through the decades with the recipe of the title Joe’s fondness for the drink combined with his tendency, when in a hole, to keep digging. Susan deservedly earns the epithet “long suffering”, but even she has her limits. When finally the worm turns it does so with a vengeance.

As Joe careens from one episode to another, there’s a certain inevitability about the eventual outcome. When it comes, in the book’s most impressive chapters, Joe hits rock bottom. He is forced to confront reality, and, when salvation unexpectedly beckons… well, read the book to find out.

November 2012

SEARCHING FOR AMI

AUTHOR: JOHN O’KEEFFE

RED ROCK PRESS 234 pages €13.99

Dublin GP John O’ Keeffe has written a debut novel with a difference. He breaks ambitious new ground for an Irish author by taking a unique slant on the Israeli – Palestinian situation. Drawing inspiration from the great John Ford Western “The Searchers”, he has produced a pacy impressive thriller with good action sequences set in turn in the Occupied Territories, the Lebanon, Cyprus and Switzerland, before culminating in Dublin.

In the film John Wayne spends years searching for his niece, abducted by Comanche after a raid in which her parents were killed. In the novel, a toddler – Ami – is abducted following a massacre in which her mother and aunt are among those killed at a Jewish settlement in the Occupied Territories close to the Golan Heights.

Her father, Harry, the book’s hero, an Israeli intelligence officer, who, ironically, is both sympathetic to the Palestinians and vehemently opposed to the establishment of settlements, explores every avenue to secure her safe return, without avail. When the trail runs cold he eventually, reluctantly, accepts the near certainty that she is dead.

Years later the trail hots up again. Harry, no longer a government agent, or even resident in Israel, goes in pursuit of the woman he believes has the key to what happened to his daughter. There follows a breath-taking chase through Zurich and London before the action eventually shifts to Dublin. Along the way the body count mounts and there are fascinating insights into the modalities of the on-going struggle between the intelligence services and the terrorists. Harry, seeking resolution or closure, realises he is being used also to flush out a major player.

The Irish dimension is not confined to the streets of Dublin, or to the involvement of the Gardai. The role of Irish troops in UNIFIL is covered and indeed one of Harry’s friends throughout is an Irish army officer who plays a key role in assisting Harry.

The book is well researched and handles the serious themes of the current situation with sympathy and sensitivity. There are good and bad individuals on both sides with more innocent blood spilt following the inevitable Israeli retaliation for the original massacre – an eye for an eye.

The book concludes with enough unfinished business on several fronts to suggest that there will be a sequel. John O’Keeffe, or Harry, will be back.”

November 2012

DEMISE OF THE DANDY
By Sean Farrell

Back in 1990, I was seated at a media lunch beside one of the directors of the D.C. Thompson Publishing Company. I was reminded of this last week at the news that, after 75 years, the print edition of the children’s comic The Dandy will cease next December, though the company assures us the title “will be taken in a different direction.”. The news is hardly surprising. Even twenty years ago the titles were in decline as technology advanced and fashions changed.

From its heyday in the 50s and 60s, when the circulation of the Dandy and its sibling, The Beano (which is to continue), was several million, the Dandy has slumped to a mere 7,000, the Beano to 60,000, mainly under 10s and, interestingly, overwhelmingly from the A, B and C social classes.

There was traditionally fierce brand loyalty among readers, none more so than in our house, where my two boys scorned the anaemic Dandy and fought so fiercely over the more full blooded Beano that, reversing Solomon, we the parents swallowed hard and bought two Beanos every week. There was always something slightly subversive about the Beano, with its flagship characters Dennis the Menace, Minnie the Minx and the Bash Street Kids, which the Dandy lacked. Students of the sociology of the comic can trace, in the Beano, the spiritual inspiration, if such be the phrase, of that comic for grown up boys, VIZ, still going strong, though also far down from its heyday.

The Beano and Dandy were only two of the extensive Thompson stable aimed at the post – 1945 children’s market in Britain and Ireland. In the era before television copies of both comics were snapped up as soon as they hit the newsstands. The Thompson empire, which included newspapers as well as comics and magazines, was built up by David Coupar Thompson, a bigoted curmudgeon who hated trade unions, Catholics and Winston Churchill, and who remained company chairman until his death, aged 93 in 1954. His feud with Churchill caused him to ban Churchill’s name from his newspapers until World War Two, when using it became unavoidable.

Dandy and Beano readers eventually graduated, with many a fond backward glance, to the next generation up of Thompson publications, for boys the quartet of the Wizard, Rover, Hotspur and Adventure, for girls Bunty and Judy. The successful formula in all was a mix of high adventure, sport and boarding school stories. The school stories in particular were interchangeable with the boys having the same adventures as the girls a year apart.

The boys’ adventure and sports stories featured a succession of working class heroes. Boys played soccer not rugby, tennis was unknown and the cricketers habitually crushed the Australians. In the war stories the Germans were constantly outwitted and out fought, not to mention Afghan tribesmen. It was British heroes all the way, chief among them Flight Sergeant Matt Braddock, V.C. who more or less defeated the Luftwaffe single handed, yet was scornful of brass hats, red tape and officers.

A special word here on the strangest character of all, the Wizard’s Wilson, the Wonder Athlete. With Wilson the writers excelled themselves. Living in a cave on the Yorkshire Moors, Wilson was almost 200 years old, surviving on a special diet of herbs and berries. He broke world records casually, ran the mile in three minutes and won the Ashes for England (the Year of the Shattered Stumps). A morale booster during the war, he kept Johnny Foreigner in his place.

Production all round was cheap and cheerful and, with growing prosperity the Thompson comics entered a slow decline. The superbly produced Eagle was first to dent them, then Roy of the Rovers stole their soccer thunder. By the 1980s most were gone. It’s a testimony to their creators that the unique characters in the Beano and Dandy helped them survive for so long.

A final note. Several months later, as Christmas approached, I received a parcel from my Thompson lunch companion. The covering letter recalled that lunch, and my anecdote about being obliged to buy two Beanos every week and enclosed not one but two copies of the Beano Christmas annual.

August 2012

THE DOLL’S HOUSE

LOUISE PHILLIPS
HACHETTE BOOKS 405 pages

I read a lot of thrillers and crime novels. This one is a pleasure. It’s the second novel by Louise Phillips and will, I think, establish her firmly as a significant player among Irish crime writers. Last year her debut novel, Red Ribbons, was shortlisted for the Best Irish Crime Novel of the Year. The Doll’s House, in my view, is much better and should certainly feature again.

The setting again is Dublin. The Doll’s House reintroduces us to criminal psychologist and profiler Dr Kate Pearson and Garda Detective Inspector O’Connor. Kate is married but it’s a marriage with “issues” with an absent husband , while the unattached O’ Connor continues to drink heavily to combat some inner demons. Their “will they – won’t they” pavane continues but takes a surprising twist en marge of the hunt for a double killer.

Cue the plot and characters. A T.V. personality is murdered, the body found in Dublin’s Grand Canal near Leeson Street Bridge. The victim – an Irish Jeremy-Kyle-style presenter – is soon revealed to have his own seamy side. He was stabbed , then drowned in the canal. Several days later another victim is found in the same canal several bridges away. Both are approximately the same age, but the second was a homeless man. Copycat killer or the work of the same man? Gradually the story unfolds and links emerge to another mysterious death by drowning three decades earlier.

Much of the novel is narrated in the first person by Clodagh, daughter of the drowning victim, a woman seeking to come to terms with a past which puzzles and haunts her. Another portion is narrated from the point of view of the killer, who explains his mission, but not the reasons for it.

The other main characters include Clodagh’s husband, Martin, a singularly unpleasant creature, and Clodagh’s brother, Dominic, seemingly overprotective of his sister. Throw in a nasty low-life acquaintance and a strange, shadowy and manipulative businessman/politician and the scene is set for an interesting and intriguing novel, with Kate and O’Connor striving to find the killer before he strikes again. The past must be revisited for the clues vital to a solution.

The past IS revisited throughout in a series of fascinating and riveting episodes in which Clodagh consults a hypnotherapist and is led back, step by step, to the events surrounding her father’s death and that of her baby sister all those years ago. These passages are easily the most impressive in the book, though the sub-plot, of the evolving relationship between Kate and O’Connor, is also handled skilfully, with the reader being in little doubt that the next book will carry the saga forward. As the secrets of the past are revealed, the book builds toward its breathless climax.

To say any more might spoil the enjoyment of readers. But one final comment. The characters around which the plot develops are, with the exception of a low life chancer, middleclass and relatively affluent by Irish standards – a large house on the front in Sandymount , another on the Estuary in Malahide, denote money. Indeed one of the other characters in the novel remarks bitterly “ Not everyone grows up with a view of the sea, do they?” And, for all their money, these comfortable lives are dogged and eventually ruined by tragic events of the past. There are echoes here of the world explored by Ross MacDonald. Louise is finding her voice, and it’s a good one.

August 17 2013