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By J. P. Donleavy

A Fairy story of latest York is a humorous, lusty, and unhappy novel of comedian genius.

Returning from examine out of the country, Cornelius Christian enters customs together with his baggage and his useless spouse. His first come upon in big apple is with a funeral director, with whom he reluctantly takes employment to pay for the burial bills. during his tasks he meets the gorgeous Fanny Sourpuss over her millionaire husband's lifeless physique. in spite of the fact that, his over-enthusiastic dealing with of his first corpse lands him in courtroom.

Cornelius Christian wanders in the course of the nice unhappy cathedral that's long island, reading the human in all its comedian pathos and lonely absurdity. no matter if lingering within the Automat consuming from part empty espresso cups and stealing baked beans from the plates of consumers who go searching for ketchup, or discovering love on a road nook purely to finish up scuffling with his approach out of a hooker's fists, Cornelius Christian, heroic anti-hero, sings of life's goodness within the wake of catastrophe. A Fairytale of recent York is the unconventional whose name encouraged the Pogues' music, brought up as 'the most sensible Christmas music ever'

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Say hey to Luke. Tell him to come round if he ... fuck ... I dunno man ... " "Ok, I'll do that. " I've only got one suit. Luckily, it's black. My parents got it for me about a year ago or something. They said it'd be useful to have for important occasions. I think this'll be the first time I wear it. I put the suit on without thinking too much. I'll have to start walking to the funeral soon. "Oh. " That's my mother's way of saying I look scruffy. I tell her it's ok and walk into the conservatory to look for my wallet, which I think I might have left there last night somewhere.

I don't think we are. We can't be because I'm not talking. I'm listening. I'm half listening, but there are no real answers to anything she's saying so I don't need to listen properly. The car stops at some lights. I want to get out and walk off somewhere but I can't because I know that would upset my mother and she's sick. I look at the sky instead. I have to squint. I'm tired. I want to put the radio on so we don't have to talk to each other, or I mean, so she doesn't have to talk to me. " She turns it on for me.

I can imagine it real well. Clearing out blockages between him and me. After about ten seconds he's back. "Yeah - I was calling to see if you were around. " "Yeah. It does. " I don't know why I laughed. It felt like it was probably meant to cover a lot of stuff. Luke's dad is fucking dead. ''l\hh man. Haha. " I picture Alex pushing his hair back. It looks greasy. I picture a red t-shirt too. Don't know why. It must fit the way I see him. I look at the clock on my mobile phone: "Err ... " I thought that would be funny.

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