MOBI Kevin Barry ↠ MOBI City of Bohane Epub Ó City of Kindle - ↠ cekhargaproduk.co

Die einst bedeutende Stadt Bohane an der irischen Westküste liegt darnieder Es herrschen Gewalt und Chaos die Clans sind gespalten Auch wenn noch ein wenig vom alten Glanz geblieben ist findet das eigentliche Leben in den Slums und verwahrlosten Wohnblocks von Smoketown statt Scheinbar seit Ewigkeiten steht alles unter der Kontrolle von Logan Hartnett dem adretten Paten der Hartnett Fancy Gang Aber es liegt Ärger in der Luft Gerüchte gehen um dass Logans Erzfeind Gant Broderick nach fünfundzwanzig Jahren zurück in der Stadt ist und seine Schergen entwickeln auf einmal ihren ganz eigenen Ehrgeiz Logans bessere Hälfte drängt ihn alles aufzugeben und sich zurückzuziehen Doch da kennt die Missus ihren Langen Lulatsch schlecht


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    i do not know if you will like this book usually i am pretty good with the readers' advisory thing i have this innate sense that automatically provides me with a list of names of people i think would appreciate the book even if i didn't like it myself call it a giftbut this one i am genuinely at a loss i know that i liked it but i also know that i am a little bit damaged from having read it like my brain has been mooshed a little and i have had a hard time readjustingso it takes place in ireland but some future ireland that is unlike the ireland i love in fiction anyway and it is in dialect sort of not the pitch perfect dialogue of tana french's Faithful Place which made me feel wonderful but an invented dialect complete with burgess esque slang and cadence that is very jarringi mean you tell me a pack of wannabe Fancy boys fourteenish hormonal all bumfluff 'taches and suicide eyes with the wantaway croak of bravado in their breaking voices traced the hipsway of the rhythm outside the calypso joint drew circles in the air with the winkled tips of their patent booties passed along a coochie eight of 'em drawin' on it and they kept watch so shyly on the Cafe Aliados down the wayyou see?? the Gant's humours were in a rum condition he was about fit for a bleed of leeches his moods were too swift on the turn he was watchful of them he had a sack of tawny wine on him he untwisted its cap and took a pull on it for the spurt of life medicinal there was pikey blood in the Gant of course the name even was an old pikey handle but then there's pikey blood in most of us around this city have a sconce at the old gaatch of us the slope shouldered carry the belligerence of the stride the smoky hazel of our eyes officer material we are not of course if you were going by the reckoning of pikey bones the Gant was old bones now for certain he was fifty years to paradiseand usually that would give me fitsbut after a while you kind of get into it and even though the book expects much from its readership understanding a ton of clans geography inbred feuds unfamiliar expressions i thought it was a great readbut it is a bludgeoning oneit's strange stripped of its vernacular the book can be reduced to two sentences people fight a marriage is testedthat is it honestly but it isn't simply emptiness masked by linguistic clevernessthe world building is phenomenal it reminded me a little of both Aurorarama and The Gone Away World but i thought it was much successful than either once you get into the rhythm of it it is incredibly rich and satisfying and with the other two i had a lot of difficulty making sense of the world but in this one i felt groundedbut there were some strange decisions why so much focus on the clothing? i swear there was so much of this and always in this format ol' boy worehigh top boots expensively clicker'd with gold taps a pair of hip hugging jodhpur style pants in a faded mauve tone an amount of gold chains a heave mink coat to keep out the worst of the hardwind's assaults and a goatskin beanie hat set pavee style at the crown of his headit's a weird quirk in an already quirky book it definitely provides a strong mental image but the whole name followed by colon setup made me unhappybut there is a character named fucker burke and one named wolfie stanners so that's obviously awesome fucker woresilver high top boots drainpipe strides in a natty boy mottle a low slung dirk belt and a three quarter jacket of saffron dyed sheepskin he was tall and straggly as an invasive weed he was astonishingly sentimental and as violent again his belligerent green eyes were strange flowers indeed he was seventeen years of age and he read magical significance into occurrences of the number nine he had ambition deep inside but could hardly even name it his true love an unpredictable Alsatian bitch name of Angelinaand when i read that i thought maybe that is just this book slang for german but nope an actual dog indeedso yeah i liked this a lot but i do not know what anyone besides me will make of itread it and tell me why don't you?come to my blog