So, this way the museyroom, folks, and don’t forget to clean your boots goan out!*Īlthough the terrain of The Ginger Man is strewn with appropriations from other works, their titles are never mentioned so the reader has quite a bit of digging to do to assemble them in a recognisable form. You won’t discover much about the plot or the characters here, just a comment on each find I unearthed, at least the ones I was able to identify. Donleavy's book is like the archeological site of literary Dublin and this review is an attempt at an excavation of that site. But if I had done that, I’d have thrown away a collection of curious artefacts.
That was probably a wise intuition as I'm quite certain that Sebastian Dangerfield, the ginger man of the title, would have driven my younger self to some extreme act such as burying the book in a deep hole after the first twenty pages. I'd seen The Ginger Man hanging around various bookshops for years but avoided a direct encounter until recently.
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