Joseph Connolly Reihenfolge der Bücher

Roman familial. Roman de société.

S.O.S. is a perfect companion to Connolly's other bestselling holidays from hell ... horribly funny.' The TImes 'His monologues read like Wodehouse rewritten by Joyce.' Independent

Lucas Cage can now lay claim to the only part of his father's enormous legacy that he ever craved - The Works, the disused old printing house hard by the Thames. Lucas invites special people to share it with him: 'the family', as he comes to call them. 'Connolly is a funny man . . . He creates a sense of intimacy and collusion with his reader that is rare in contemporary fiction.' Financial Times 'The Works shows off Joseph Connolly's verbal glee, his relentless enjoyment of voices at full tilt. And in the monstrously loveable building, he offers readers a special treat.' Independent 'Connolly manages to suggest an overarching allegory of almost Beckettian largeness and openness . . . Entertaining, but emotionally and intellectually involving too, Connolly's memorable novel is a story of the light that failed.' Daily Telegraph

The repetitions and ruminations of a multitude of inner voices, the comic set pieces and the horrified hyperreal prose are as spot-on as ever.' Guardian '[An] immaculately plotted comedy of manners ... this is the sort of book it is quite impossible to put down once you have opened it.' The Times

A satire of modern life, by the author of Poor Souls, This Is It and Stuff. Elizabeth has her heart on a traditional English seaside holiday, and Howard, her well-to-do estate-agent husband, agrees to pay. But Howard wants to stay in London with the object of his lust, Zoo-Zoo.

Winter Breaks will no doubt delight Connolly's many devoted fans ... The stylistic brilliance of this novel can hardly be desputed: Connolly's rapid switches between third-person objectivity and interior monologue allow us to get right up close to his characters.' Scotsman

To Emily, her interior design business is everything, but to her clueless husband Kevin, it's all just so much stuff. He despairs of her ever becoming sweeter, and turns to young Milly. But their cheeky time in Brighton has unforeseen and damn near killing consequences. And will Kevin ever again see the real love of his life, Sophie? Meanwhile Emily indulges in brief and carnal bouts with Raymond, the perpetually furious PR man, who is much keener on her daughter, Shelley. Trouble is, she is going out with his son, Gideon - who is not sure it's women he likes at all . . . Stuff is a rich, dark and densely plotted novel which scorches along with unflagging pace and crackling wit, to a climax which is surprising, electric, and very, very funny.

Eric Pizer can just about keep his two lives going: weekends in the country with his wife, Bunty, getting sympathy he doesn't deserve; Mondays to Fridays in London with his pretend job, a house full of misfit tenants, and a girlfriend with secrets of her own. But when one sunny morning Eric is hit by a bus and breaks his leg, this on top of the threatening phone calls from a man called Slingsby, Eric suspects that things are about to become very complicated indeed. Joseph Connolly's novel is a tour through the disintegrating world of inveterate liar and accident-prone Eric. Along the way we meet a cast of hilarious characters: the wild and angry Fiona, always bumping in to things; Henry Vole, one of the tenants, addicted to tea, Hobnobs - addicted to Fiona; a couple of decorators who seem to be systematically demolishing Eric's house; and of course the blackmailer Slingsby (Eric thinks he knew the Krays). Once again, in This Is It, Joseph Connolly shows that he is the country's most original writer of black comedy.