The Deportees and Other Stories

( 5 )

Overview

For his many devoted readers: the first collection of stories from Booker Prize-winning author Roddy Doyle.

For the past few years Roddy Doyle has written stories for Metro Eireann, a magazine by and for immigrants to Ireland. Each of the stories takes a new slant on the immigrant experience, something of increasing relevance and importance in Ireland today. The Deportees now brings those stories together for all of Roddy’s devoted readers, ranging from a terrifying ghost story,...

See more details below
Available through our Marketplace sellers.
Other sellers (Hardcover)
  • All (61) from $1.99   
  • New (9) from $1.99   
  • Used (52) from $1.99   
Close
Sort by
Page 1 of 1
Showing All
Note: Marketplace items are not eligible for any BN.com coupons and promotions
$1.99
Seller since 2005

Feedback rating:

(1551)

Condition:

New — never opened or used in original packaging.

Like New — packaging may have been opened. A "Like New" item is suitable to give as a gift.

Very Good — may have minor signs of wear on packaging but item works perfectly and has no damage.

Good — item is in good condition but packaging may have signs of shelf wear/aging or torn packaging. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Acceptable — item is in working order but may show signs of wear such as scratches or torn packaging. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Used — An item that has been opened and may show signs of wear. All specific defects should be noted in the Comments section associated with each item.

Refurbished — A used item that has been renewed or updated and verified to be in proper working condition. Not necessarily completed by the original manufacturer.

New
2008-01-10 Hardcover New Never used.

Ships from: West Babylon, NY

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$1.99
Seller since 2009

Feedback rating:

(2357)

Condition: New
2008-01-10 Hardcover New 0670018457 Ships Within 24 Hours. Tracking Number available for all USA orders. Excellent Customer Service. Upto 15 Days 100% Money Back Gurantee. Try ... Our Fast! ! ! ! Shipping With Tracking Number. Read more Show Less

Ships from: Bensalem, PA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$3.95
Seller since 2010

Feedback rating:

(19)

Condition: New
2007 Hard cover Reprint. 1st U.S. ed. New in new dust jacket. GIFT-ABLE as NEW UNREAD FIRST U.S., remainder mark bottom edge, pages crisp and clean, not a mark, NEW w/DJ NEW AS ... SHOWN THIS COPY; GIFT-ABLE AS NEW FIRST Glued binding. Paper over boards. With dust jacket. 242 p. Audience: General/trade. Read more Show Less

Ships from: Hewitt, NJ

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$5.36
Seller since 2010

Feedback rating:

(914)

Condition: New
Hardcover New 0670018457 Friendly Return Policy. A+++ Customer Service!

Ships from: Philadelphia, PA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$5.36
Seller since 2011

Feedback rating:

(720)

Condition: New
Hardcover New 0670018457 SERVING OUR CUSTOMERS WITH BEST PRICES. FROM A COMPANY YOU TRUST, HUGE SELECTION. RELIABLE CUSTOMER SERVICE! ! HASSLE FREE RETURN POLICY, SATISFACTION ... GURANTEED**** Read more Show Less

Ships from: Philadelphia, PA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$5.36
Seller since 2013

Feedback rating:

(401)

Condition: New
Hardcover New 0670018457! ! KNOWLEDGE IS POWER! ! ENJOY OUR BEST PRICES! ! ! Ships Fast. All standard orders delivered within 5 to 12 business days.

Ships from: Southampton, PA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$5.36
Seller since 2010

Feedback rating:

(684)

Condition: New
Hardcover New 0670018457! ! ! ! BEST PRICES WITH A SERVICE YOU CAN RELY! ! !

Ships from: Philadelphia, PA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$5.36
Seller since 2014

Feedback rating:

(269)

Condition: New
Hardcover New 0670018457 XCITING PRICES JUST FOR YOU. Ships within 24 hours. Best customer service. 100% money back return policy.

Ships from: Bensalem, PA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Canadian
  • International
  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
  • Express, 48 States
  • Express (AK, HI)
$45.00
Seller since 2014

Feedback rating:

(146)

Condition: New
Brand new.

Ships from: acton, MA

Usually ships in 1-2 business days

  • Standard, 48 States
  • Standard (AK, HI)
Page 1 of 1
Showing All
Close
Sort by
The Deportees: and Other Stories

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • NOOK HD/HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK Study
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$12.99
BN.com price

Overview

For his many devoted readers: the first collection of stories from Booker Prize-winning author Roddy Doyle.

For the past few years Roddy Doyle has written stories for Metro Eireann, a magazine by and for immigrants to Ireland. Each of the stories takes a new slant on the immigrant experience, something of increasing relevance and importance in Ireland today. The Deportees now brings those stories together for all of Roddy’s devoted readers, ranging from a terrifying ghost story, “The Pram,” in which a Polish nanny grows impatient with her charge’s older sisters and decides–using a phrase she has just learnt–to “scare them shitless,” to the glorious title story itself, where Jimmy Rabbitte, the man who formed the beloved Commitments, decides it’s time to find a new band, and this time no white Irish need apply. Multicultural to a fault, the Deportees specialize not in soul music, but in the songs of Woody Guthrie.

From the Hardcover edition.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Erica Wagner
All these stories are about blended worlds and the problems inherent in that blending, no matter what wealth or luxury a place affords. The guys and dolls in Jimmy Rabbitte's new gang have last names like Boro, Bunuel, Stefanescu and Ivanov, and when he tries to bring them together as he had with the Commitments it seems as if it can't work: "The dynamic was different; they were older, foreign, the country was too prosperous, they weren't hungry—something." That "something" lies at the heart of this collection, and its elusiveness is captivating. As, of course, is Doyle's sense of humor.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly

Doyle's dynamic first collection of short stories offers light and heartfelt perspectives on the effects of immigration on Irish culture. Originally serialized for a Dublin newspaper, all eight stories draw from the conceit of "someone born in Ireland [who] meets someone who has come to live" there. The opener, "Guess Who's Coming for the Dinner," covers familiar ground-a self-proclaimed "modern" father is taken aback when his daughter invites a "black fella" to dinner-but Doyle's wry sense of humor saves the narrative from triteness. Fans of Doyle's previous work will revel in the title story, a follow-up to The Commitments that finds Jimmy Rabbitte masterminding a multicultural revival of Woody Guthrie music. The later stories find Doyle experimenting with different styles and voices: "New Boy" charts an unlikely friendship between a nine-year-old African immigrant and two "small, angry Irish boys," while "Black Hoodie" finds a timid, indifferent teenager discovering his passion for civil rights and a Nigerian girl. There are some abrupt endings that veer toward the convenient, though this may be an unavoidable consequence of their serial origins. Doyle's immense talent as a writer is neatly showcased throughout, and his sharp wit adds a richness to every tale. (Jan.)

Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Library Journal

This first short fiction collection by Booker Prize winner Doyle spotlights the street-level impacts of Ireland's recent transformation into a multicultural, multiracial country because of an immigrant influx from Africa and Eastern Europe. Originally published as 800-word chapters in a magazine devoted to Irish immigrants, these eight energetic stories depict the exhilaration of a newly prosperous society in flux. The title story brings back irrepressible Jimmy Rabbitte from The Commitments, who forms a band representing the new face of Ireland and then some. In the darkly comic "Guess Who's Coming for the Dinner," traditional dad Larry, proud of what he believes to be his very forward-thinking views, is flummoxed when his daughter invites a "black fella" to meet the family. Other tales introduce a Polish nanny taking horrific revenge on obnoxious employers, a (literally) black Irishman seeking his ethnic roots in New York City, and assorted young adults coping impressively with rapid social shifts. Every selection reflects the author's mastery at creating authentic dialog and a realistic sense of place; readers will find themselves drawn into the sounds, sights, and highly charged atmosphere of contemporary Dublin. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, LJ9/15/07.]
—Starr E. Smith

Kirkus Reviews
The novelist's first story collection holds more socio-cultural than literary interest. One of Ireland's most popular and prolific contemporary writers, Doyle (Paula Spencer, 2007, etc.) offers eight stories focused on a single phenomenon-the proliferation of immigrants to his native land and the transformation of what it means to be Irish. Doyle writes in the foreword that in the 1990s he "went to bed in one country and woke up in a different one," a country inhabited by newcomers from Poland, Nigeria and other places who serve as the protagonists for these stories. He has continued to write short fiction for the weekly Metro Eirann, which bills itself as Ireland's multicultural newspaper, and where each of these stories first appeared in monthly 800-word installments. While Doyle's employment of dialogue and vernacular are characteristically colorful, the short fiction lacks the depth of his novels, with some of the characters seeming more like types than fully fleshed. The longest is the title story, a sequel of sorts to Doyle's The Commitments, with manager Jimmy Rabbitte returning to assemble a United Nations lineup to perform the songs of Woody Guthrie and others. Why? No clue. Another story, "Home to Harlem," concerns a student of literature who comes to America to research his questionable conjecture that the Harlem Renaissance had a profound influence on 20th-century Irish literature. Why does he think so? He can't really say, as the story mainly serves to show his confusion over a form that has an African-American category for race/ethnicity but none for African-Irish. As Doyle says of his stories, "Almost all of them have one thing in common. Someone born in Ireland meetssomeone who has come to live here . . . . Today, one in every ten people living in Ireland wasn't born here."Point taken, but what might have been entertaining as a newsprint monthly series seems slight in book form.
From the Publisher
“Doyle’s remarkable strength as a writer includes his ability to take the hardscrabble realities of Irish life, highlight its casual cruelties and kindnesses, inject the country’s trademark black humour, and weave it all into a coherent tale that resonates to readers elsewhere.”
Maclean’s

“Like all great comic writers, Roddy Doyle has become an explorer of the deepest places of the heart, of love and pain and loss.”
The Irish Times

“The best novelist of his generation.”
—Nick Hornby, Literary Review

From the Hardcover edition.

The Barnes & Noble Review
Dubliner Roddy Doyle's first short story collection describes the "new Ireland" that emerged in the 1990s, a land of booming economic opportunity and burgeoning immigration. "I went to bed in one country and woke up in a different one," writes Doyle. Each one involves someone new to Ireland interacting with a native, with much cross-cultural confusion and dark humor ensuing -- along with Doyle's furious and consistent compassion for the underdog. But true understanding often results. The first story centers on Larry, a "hip" Irish father whose daughter Stephanie brings home a Nigerian suitor. Larry's level of discomfort, his terror at saying the wrong thing, creates hilarity and exquisite tension, but Doyle never falls back upon stereotypical encounters. The title story is a sequel to Doyle's The Commitments. Lovable Johnny Rabbitte is back, assembling a band of misfits: a Romanian, a Russian, and an African singer named King Robert. The best here is, "New Boy," in which a nine-year-old African immigrant fights off bullies and struggles to adapt to a new school. There isn't a bad story in the bunch, and each introduces vivid characters struggling with self-identity in a newly multicultural Ireland. Roddy Doyle has long been a treasure, and this collection wonderfully reflects his richly comic humanity. --Chuck Leddy
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780670018451
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 2/29/2000
  • Pages: 256
  • Product dimensions: 5.76 (w) x 8.54 (h) x 0.93 (d)

Meet the Author

Roddy Doyle
Roddy Doyle was born in Dublin in 1958. He is the author of 6 acclaimed novels, and Rory & Ita, a memoir of his parents. He won the Booker Prize in 1993 for Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha.

From the Hardcover edition.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

Foreword

Maybe it was Riverdance. A bootleg video did the rounds of the rooms and the shanties of Lagos and, moved to froth by the sight of that long, straight line of Irish and Irish-American legs — tap-tap-tap, tappy-tap — thousands of Nigerians packed the bags and came to Ireland. Please. Teach us how to do that.

I suspect it was more complicated. It was about jobs and the E.U., and infrastructure and wise decisions, and accident. It was about education and energy, and words like ‘tax’ and ‘incentive’, and what happens when they are put beside each other. It was also about music and dancing and literature and football. It happened, I think, some time in the mid-90s. I went to bed in one country and woke up in a different one.

That was how it felt, for a while. It took getting used to. I’d written a novel, The Van, in 1990, about an un­employed plasterer. Five or six years later, there was no such thing as an unemployed plasterer. A few years on, all the plasterers seemed to be from Eastern Europe. In 1994 and 1995, I wrote The Woman Who Walked Into Doors. It was narrated by a woman called Paula Spencer, who earned her money cleaning offices. She went to work with other working-class women like herself. Ten years later, I wrote Paula Spencer. Paula was still cleaning offices but now she went to work alone and the other cleaners were men from Romania and Nigeria. In 1986, I wrote The Commitments. In that book, the main character, a young man called Jimmy Rabbitte, delivers a line that became quite famous: –The Irish are the niggers of Europe. Twenty years on, there are thousands of Africans living in Ireland and, if I was writing that book today, I wouldn’t use that line. It wouldn’t actually occur to me, because Ireland has become one of the wealthiest countries in Europe and the line would make no sense.

In April 2000, two Nigerian journalists living in Dublin, Abel Ugba and Chinedu Onyejelem, started publishing a multicultural paper called Metro Eireann. I read an article about these men in the Irish Times, and decided that I’d like to meet them. Three or four years into our new national prosperity, I was already reading and hearing elegies to the simpler times, before we became so materialistic — the happy days when more people left Ireland than were born here; when we were afraid to ask anyone what they did for a living, because the answer might be ‘Nothing’; when we sent our pennies and our second-hand clothes to Africa but never saw a flesh-and-blood African. The words ‘racist’ and ‘racism’ were being flung around the place, and the stories were doing the rounds. An African woman got a brand new buggy from the Social Welfare and left it at the bus stop because she couldn’t be bothered carrying it onto the bus, and she knew she could get a new one. A man looked over his garden wall and found a gang of Muslims next door on the patio, slaughtering an Irish sheep. A Polish woman rented a flat and, before the landlord had time to bank the deposit, she’d turned it into a brothel, herself and her seven sisters and their cousin, the pimp. I heard those three, and more, from taxi drivers. I thought I’d like to make up a few of my own.

I met Abel Ugba and asked him if I could write for Metro Eireann and, while we talked, the idea for the first story came to me. An Irishman’s daughter brings home a Nigerian boyfriend — enough to get me going. Abel suggested 800 words a month; the paper was a monthly. (It’s now weekly.) I had the title, ‘Guess Who’s Coming for the Dinner’, before I got home. Since then I’ve completed eight stories. There’s a love story, a horror story, a sequel, sort of, to The Commitments. Almost all of them have one thing in common. Someone born in Ireland meets someone who has come to live here. The love, and the horror; excitement, and exploitation; friendship, and misunderstanding. The plots and possibilities are, almost literally, endless. Today, one in every ten people living in Ireland wasn’t born here. The story — someone new meets someone old — has become an unavoidable one. Hop on a Dublin bus, determined to sit beside someone who was born and bred in Dublin, and you’ll probably be standing all the way.

The stories are all written in 800-word chapters. It’s a restraint, and a good deal of the fun. I once read abouta character in a U.S. TV daytime soap who went upstairs for his tennis racket, and never came back down. No one missed or asked about him; daytime life went on. The stories in this book have their tennis-racket moments. Characters disappear, because I forgot about them. Questions are asked and, sometimes, not quite answered. The stories have never been carefully planned. I send off a chapter to the Metro Eireann editor, Chinedu Onyejelem, and, often, I haven’t a clue what’s going to happen next. And I don’t have to care too much, until the next deadline begins to tap me on the shoulder. It’s a fresh, small terror, once a month. I live a very quiet life; I love that monthly terror.

Dublin — December 2006

www.metroeireann.com

Guess Who’s Coming for the Dinner

1 Larry Linnane Loved His Daughters

Larry Linnane liked having daughters. He got great value out of them, great crack.

The second kid had been a boy and that was great too, having a son, bringing him to the football — Under-7, Under-8, Under-9, all the way up until Laurence, the son, told him he thought he’d play better if Larry stayed at home.

And that was grand too, the rejection, part of watching them grow up, even though he pretended he was a bit hurt and, actually, he was a bit hurt. But it had all been fine because Mona, the wife, had bought him a Crunchie to cheer him up and they’d even made love in front of the telly because the house was empty for the first time in years.

And it became a habit — the sex, not the Crunchie — every time Laurence had a match, especially an away match, and especially enjoyable if it was raining out and he could think of Laurence getting drenched in Finglas West or Ballybrack while he lay on the couch with Mona under him or, on the really good days, Mona on top of him.

–Not bad for forty-five! Larry shouted once, just before they heard the door slamming, and they were sitting up, fully zipped and dressed, and doing the crossword by the time the lounge door opened and three of the four daughters trooped in.

And they refused to tell the girls why they were laughing and why they couldn’t stop laughing.

–We’re just thinking of poor Laurence out there in the rain, said Mona.

But it was the daughters who really made Larry laugh.

They said that girls were supposed to be the quiet ones but, whoever they were, they hadn’t a clue. His gang, Jesus, there hadn’t been a minute, not a second’s peace in the house since the eldest, Stephanie, was born, but especially since the other three came after Laurence. Tracy, Vanessa, Nicole, one after another, each one madder and louder than the last.

–Bitch!

–Wagon!

–Wagon yourself, yeh bitch!

Screaming, roaring, flinging each other down the stairs, tearing each other’s hair out. The best of friends, in other words. And Larry loved every minute of it. The fights and reconciliations, the broken Barbies, stolen hairspray — Larry watched it all, sat in his corner like a ref who’d been bribed by both sides and soaked up every wallop and hug.

Larry was fifty now and the girls were women, fine, big, good-looking women and in no hurry to leave home, and that suited Larry just fine. Because they spoilt him crooked.

He knew there was a kettle in the kitchen — he’d bought it himself, in Power City — but, honest to God, he couldn’t have told you exactly where it was.

–Would you like a biscuit with that cuppa, Da?

–Lovely.

–There’s only plain ones left.

–Not to worry, said Larry. –I’ll manage. Give us two, though, love. To make up for the chocolate.

They were always ironing and they never objected if one or two of Larry’s shirts accidentally ended up on their pile. He loved the smell of the house — fresh clothes, all sorts of spray fighting for air supremacy. Larry could fart all day — and he did, at the weekends — and no one ever noticed or complained.

But it wasn’t really about tea and ironing and the freedom to fart with impunity. What Larry really loved was the way the girls brought the world home to him. Every morning at breakfast, and when they came home for the dinner, before going out again, they talked and shouted, all of them together, and Mona in there with them.

–He said it was the Red Bull that made him do it!

–So I said, ‘D’you call that a pay rise!’

–The strap was killing me!

–I’m thinkin’ o’ buyin’ shares in Esat, did I tell yis?

–Nicearse.com. Have a look at it tomorrow.

Their voices reminded Larry of the Artane roundabout — mad, roaring traffic coming at him from all directions. And he loved it, just like he loved the Artane roundabout. Every time Larry drove onto and off that roundabout he felt modern, successful, Irish. And that was exactly how he felt when he listened to his daughters. He’d brought them up, him and Mona, to be independent young ones, and that was exactly what they were. And he trusted them, completely. He was particularly proud of himself when they were talking about sex. That was the real test, he knew — a da listening to his daughters talking about their plumbing — and they did, not a bother on them — and about their sex lives, confidently, frankly and, yeah, filthily. And Larry passed the test with flying colours. Nothing his daughters said or did ever, ever shocked him.

Until Stephanie brought home the black fella.

2 A Black Man on the Kitchen Table

It was June, the first really decent day of the summer. Nicole was eating her dinner with her legs sticking out the kitchen door, grabbing the bit of sun before it was hijacked by next-door’s wall. All four of the daughters had sunglasses parked on top of their heads. Laurence, the son, had sunglasses as well, like the ones Edgar Davids, the Dutch footballer, wore. On Edgar Davids they looked impressive, terrifying, even sexy. On Laurence they looked desperate — he looked like a day-old chick that had just been pushed out of the nest. Larry’s heart went out to him.

And that was why he wasn’t tuned in to the girls’ chat that evening. He was trying to come up with a nice way to tell poor Laurence to bring the glasses back to the shop. So he’d heard none of the usual prying and slagging, the good-natured torture and confession that he loved so much.

He was wondering if Laurence still had the receipt for the goggles when he heard Vanessa asking, ‘What’s he do for his money?’

–He’s an accountant, said Stephanie.

Larry sat up: no daughter of his was going to get stuck with a bloody accountant.

–At least, he would be, said Stephanie, –if they let him work.

–What’s that mean? said Larry.

They all looked at him. The aggression and fear in his voice had shocked even him.

–They won’t let him work, said Stephanie.

–Who won’t?

–I don’t know, she said. –The government.

–Why not?

–Because they haven’t granted him asylum yet.

–He’s a refugee?

–Yeah. I suppose so.

–Where’s he from?

–Nigeria.

Larry waited for the gasps, but there were none, not even from Mona. He wished now he’d been listening earlier. This mightn’t have been a boyfriend she was talking about at all; it could have been someone she’d never even met.

But Vanessa put him right.

–You should see him, Da. He’s gorgeous.

And all the other girls nodded and agreed.

–Dead serious looking.

–A ride.

So, it wasn’t that Stephanie actually brought home the black fella. It was the idea of him, the fact of his existence out there somewhere, the fact that she’d met him and danced with him and God-knows-what-elsed with him. But, if it had been an actual black man that she’d plonked on the table in front of Larry, he couldn’t have been more surprised, and angry, and hurt, and confused.
He stood up.

–He is not gorgeous! he shouted.

Nicole laughed, but stopped quickly.

–He’s not gorgeous or anything else! Not in this house!

He realised he was standing up, but he didn’t want to sit down again. He couldn’t.

Mona spoke.

–What’s wrong?

He looked at six faces looking up at him, waiting for the punchline, praying for it. Frightened faces, confused and angry.

There was nothing he could say. Nothing safe, nothing reassuring or even clear. He didn’t know why he was standing there.

–Is it because he’s black? said Mona.

Larry didn’t let himself nod. He never thought he’d be a man who’d nod: yes, I object to another man’s colour. Shame was rubbing now against his anger.

–Phil Lynott was black, love, Mona reminded him.

Phil Lynott had been singing ‘Whiskey in the Jar’ when Larry and Mona had stopped dancing and kissed for the first time.

And now he could talk.

–Phil Lynott was Irish! he said. –He was from Crumlin. He was fuckin’ civilised!

And now Stephanie was right in front of him, tears streaming from her, and he couldn’t hear a word she was screaming at him. And he couldn’t see her himself now, his own tears were fighting their way out. And he wished, he wished to Christ that they could start all over again, that he could sit down and listen and stop it before all this had to happen.

It was Mona who rescued him.

–We’ll have to meet him, she said.

This was just after she’d hit the table with the frying pan.

–No, said Larry.

–Yes, Larry, she said, and he knew she was right. If he kept saying No they’d all leave, all the girls. It was what he would have expected of them. ‘Stand up for your rights.’ That was what he’d roared after them every morning, on their way out to school. ‘Get up, stand up. Don’t give up the fight.’

The house was empty now. Mona had imposed a ragged peace. Larry and Stephanie had hugged each other, yards of brittle space between them. The girls had taken her down to the local. They’d be talking about him now, he knew. Racist. Bastard. Racist. Pig. His cup was empty but he hadn’t noticed the tea.

–It could be worse, love, said Mona.

Larry looked at her.

–He could have been an estate agent, she said.

From the Hardcover edition.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 5 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(3)

4 Star

(1)

3 Star

(1)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing 1 – 8 of 5 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2012

    Pretty good read

    I enjoyed this book. Some of the stories were better than others, but all in all it was a pretty good read.It isn't one of his best, but if you like Roddy Doyle, or Irish writers in general, I'd recommend this book.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2009

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2008

    No text was provided for this review.

Sort by: Showing 1 – 8 of 5 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)