Patrick, fils illégitime du curé de Tyreelin, est abandonné à la naissance. Très tôt, il comprend qu'il est une fille dans un corps de garçon : il ne tarde pas à se travestir et à se faire appeler Pussy... À la mort de son amant et protecteur, un politicien victime du conflit irlandais, Pussy part pour le swinging London, où elle recherche le bonheur et sa mère biologique, en se prostituant à Piccadilly Circus pour survivre. Mais sur la capitale anglaise plane aussi la menace du terrorisme irlandais, et Pussy, sans le vouloir, va se retrouver mêlée à un attentat à la bombe dans une discothèque...
Un récit drôle et flamboyant, où la violence et la misère de l'Irlande des années 1970 côtoient les paillettes et le glamour, l'appétit de vivre et d'aimer malgré les hasards de l'histoire et de la nature.
Patrick McCabe est né en 1955 à Clones, dans le Comté de Monaghan. Écrivain très populaire dans son pays, au Royaume-Uni et aux États-Unis, il est connu pour son imaginaire baroque où règnent la folie, l'absurdité... et l'humour. La plupart de ses romans, dont Breakfast on Pluto, se passent dans la petite ville imaginaire de Tyreelin, à la frontière irlandaise FINALISTE DU BOOKER PRIZE 1998.
ADAPTATION CINEMATOGRAPHIQUE EN 2005. Script adapté par l'auteur, film réalisé par Neil Jordan (Entretien avec un vampire, La Fin d'une liaison...) ??
Follows the exploits of Patrick "Pussy" Braden, who was abandoned as a baby in his small Irish hometown and aware from a very early age that he is different. Patrick survives this harsh environment with the aid of his wit, charm and a sweet refusal to let anyone or anything change who he is.
Once, near Dublin, Redmond was in heaven, married to the sugar-lipped Catherine, and father to lovely daughter Immy. But later, Red did something. And it could all never be like that again. Red meets Auld Pappie Ned, a fiddler and teller of tales with honeyed words who seems to have the authentic spirit of 'the old valley'.
Now entering his sixty-seventh year, Chris McCool can confidently call himself a member of the Happy Club: he has an attractive and exceedingly accommodating Croatian girlfriend and has been told he bears more than a passing resemblance to Roger Moore. As he looks back on the glory days of his youth, he recalls the swinging sixties of rural Ireland: a decade in which the cool cats sang along to Lulu and drove around in Ford Cortinas, when swinging meant wearing velvet trousers and shirts with frills, and where Dolores McCausland - Dolly Mixtures to those who knew her best - danced on the tops of tables and set the pulses of every man in small-town Cullymore racing. Chris McCool had it all back then. He had the moves, he had the car, and he had Dolly, a woman who purred suggestive songs and tugged gently at her skin-tight dresses, a Protestant femme fatale who was glamorous, transgressive and who called him her very own 'Mr Wonderful'. She was, in short, the answer to this bastard son of a Catholic farmer's prayers. Except that there was another Mr Wonderful in town, a certain Marcus Otoyo - a young Nigerian with glossy curls and a dazzling devoutness that was all but irresistible. Although Chris, of course, was interested in Marcus only because of their shared religious fervour and mutual appreciation of the finer things. That was all. Besides, Mr McCool was always a hopeless romantic - some even described him as excessively so - but is there anything wrong with that? Spiked with macabre humour and disquieting revelations, The Holy City is a brilliant, disturbing and compelling novel from one of Ireland's most original contemporary writers.
Strangely elegiac, gloriously operatic and driven by Pat McCabe's wild and savage imagination, The Stray Sod Country is an eerie folk tale that chronicles the passing of a generation