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Favourite authors’ top books
Monday, January 14th, 2013
Books. Favourite books. Top books. Any of them, some of them, all of them, none of them. I asked some of the Honest authors: Ferro, Kavanagh, Smith, Strang and Tiganov. (more…)
Bank Manager Makeover
Thursday, October 4th, 2012The new and improved, digitally remastered and re-branded, The Killing of a Bank Manager; it’s got a new cover. And to celebrate, here’s an extract from the Paul Kavanagh classic. (more…)
Cock and bull
Thursday, August 23rd, 2012No more do we believe in phrenology, it has been deconstructed, constructed, reconstructed, redeconstructed, deredeconstructed to be scientifically unsound. It is a physiognomic fallacy. No longer do we look upon the prognathous chin and speculate about the mettle, the bravery; the same with a long nose, no longer are we caught in jealous conjecture about the size of the pudenda membra under the long nose. (more…)
Kant Out Walking
Wednesday, July 18th, 2012I can understand boredom being an ephemeral impression, a feeling that scratches the membrane that chafes the surface that flickers and distorts. I can understand Arthur Schopenhauer being bored when he has to blow out his candle at nine o’clock at night. I can understand the thinker finding boredom in the everyday world, in the big things as well as the small things. It can be very boring sat down at a desk staring at a computer screen. (more…)
This Week’s Reading, 15.7.12
Sunday, July 15th, 2012Assange interviews Chomsky, a 12-year-old interviews his 32-year-old self, Patti Smith on Virginia Woolf and more.
Salope Foutre: Sucer Mon Robinet
Wednesday, May 30th, 2012Human life is everywhere a state in which much is to be endured and little to be enjoyed.[1]
Most people would concur, but not Salope Foutre. Finding him changed my life, like listening to Miles, Monk, and Mingus. I could find no English translation of Salope Foutre’s only book and so I had to go to Paris. I found an old dogeared copy by the Seine River. It was very expensive, as you can imagine. Paris is so expensive. (more…)
My life in the IRA
Friday, May 11th, 2012During those rather tenebrous days of the 70s, you could go to a cocktail party and discuss Genesis, Pink Floyd, and Yes, and there would be no smirk, the conversation would not linger on the superfluity of notes, the brazen ostentatious lyrics, instead the conversation would be serious, almost academic, maybe too academic, the conversation would be littered with Greek and Roman allusions, the lyrics would be compared to Byron and Keats, the musicianship would be fawned over. During wine and cheese you could bring up any subject, the intelligentsia would deconstruct and construct with the vigor of Irish road workers. I spent very little time outside, so the dark, wind, and rain hardly bothered me, the early 70s was lived not between cocktail parties, it was one long endless cocktail party, and this is how my trouble started. (more…)
Iceberg
Author: Paul KavanaghISBN: 9780957142701 | 130 pages
Iceberg is a timeless, illustrated tale of adventure and discovery made unforgettable by Paul Kavanagh’s incisive vision and punchy humour.
Don and Phoebe live in a grim Northern town in England where they have nothing except disappointment and a terrified dog. Until they win an iceberg. Join them on their escape from normality across Europe, Africa and Antarctica, searching for a home, a heaven and a kaleidoscope.
Click here to read the press release.
The Killing of a Bank Manager
Author: Paul KavanaghISBN: 9780956665812 | 136 pages
The Killing of a Bank Manager throws away the rule book and gives readers a ballsy, original read.
From the back seat of a porn theatre, from the word lovers’ asylum, Honest Publishing’s second release is the controversial, earth-shattering, mind-smacking The Killing of a Bank Manager.
It’s never as simple as just the killing of a bank manager.
Click here to read the press release.
