An Ireland of Snakes and Bollards by Arthur Broomfield

Irreverent, outrageous, downright funny.  Broomfield’s bizarre characters create an Ireland where an assortment of extraordinary oddities draws a national following. In An Ireland of Snakes and Bollards a fresh blend of surrealism, wit, and satire pushes the boundaries of conventional literature to its outer limits.  The vitality of Broomfield’s writing imbues the Irish tradition of satire with the vigour of twenty first century humour.

‘Cometh the hour, cometh the spuds’ – one of the many and varied wisdoms in this rollicking journey across a landscape riddled with bog entrails, an Aran Islands croquet club, buttered scones at dawn, vaccines packed in beet pulp sacks – a landscape strangely reminiscent of our own.

Arthur Broomfield continues the rich tradition of Swift and Beckett and Myles na gCopaleen in this darkly satirical work. Read it and weep – and laugh. – John McKenna novelist.