Gerry Feehily - Europhrenia: March 2009

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Fiebre

A la venta a partir del 15-06-2009

Colección BTFL Books

Es el puente del 12 de julio en Dundrug, el “Las Vegas de Irlanda”, y el dieciseisañero Jerome Maguire, el único punki gótico de la ciudad, comunista y (autoproclamado) poeta laureado, quiere “descubrir el amor”.

Equipado con un condón, Jerome, a medida que la ciudad se va llenando de turistas de Belfast, Derry y…Frankfurt, obtendrá más de lo que busca. A pesar del Tigre Celta en Irlanda y el Proceso de Paz al otro lado de la frontera, the Troubles siguen persistiendo, al menos en la cabeza de Jerome, que había nacido en Inglaterra, y quizá también en la de los demás.

Traducción: Frank Schleper

Diseño: Estelle Talavera Baudet

“La carga de la historia de Irlanda y el despertar sexual de la adolescencia le pesan igualmente a Jerome Maguire. Sus observaciones acerca de la Irlanda actual son a la vez ingenuas y profundas, acompañadas de comedia y patetismo, y ejecutadas con un lirismo celta tradicional.”
Ian Spring

Fever Reviewed

Fever's progress in the great book ocean has been slow but steady. The waves are long. Almost a year after publication, it was described by 3am magazine as "a stunning debut novel."

Early 2008, some reviews appeared in the British and Irish press. These rejiggered press releases from the The Irish World and The Western Mail are available on-line. "Traditional Celtic lyricism" - my arse.

There's also this review from Gwales.

Meanwhile, the Big Issue said "an absorbing and intelligent debut" which is nice, and a man from The Irish Independent said - "a punchy first novel." Which echoes the sentiment expressed in the Western Mail's rejiggered press release.

An interview in The Irish Examiner said Fever was "witty" and there was a really good review in Planet International, which I've lost, and oh, in Hot Press the book got mentioned due to my own Goth punk past.

And that's it.

Except for the The Donegal Herald - "A thundering disgrace to his people and the county that reared him. Mr. Feehily (or should one rather say Monsieur?) would do well to mind his filthy mouth. Donegal is well rid of him and his fancy French ways." It said.

That last quote is made up but sure what the hell.

A Spanish translation - Fiebre - was published in September 2009 by El Tercer Nombre, Madrid.