The ghosts of Galway

Ken Bruen

Book - 2017

"As well-versed in politics, pop culture, and crime fiction as he is ill-fated in life, Jack Taylor is recovering from a mistaken medical diagnosis and a failed suicide attempt. In need of money, and with former cop on his resume, Jack has been hired as a night-shift security guard. But his Ukrainian boss has Jack in mind for a bit of off-the-books work. He wants Jack to find what some claim to be the first true book of heresy, The Red Book, currently in the possession of a rogue priest who is hiding out in Galway after fleeing a position at the Vatican. Despite Jack's distaste for priests of any stripe, the money is too good to turn down. Em, the many-faced woman who has had a vise on Jack's heart and mind for the past two y...ears, reappears and turns out to be entangled with the story of The Red Book, too, leading Jack down to ever more mysterious and lethal pathways. It seems all sides are angling for a piece of Jack Taylor, but as The Ghosts of Galway twists toward a violent end, he is increasingly plagued by ghosts--by the disposable and disposed of in a city filled with as much darkness as the deepest corners of Jack's own mind"--

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Subjects
Genres
Detective and mystery fiction
Thrillers (Fiction)
Published
New York, NY : The Mysterious Press, an imprint of Grove Atlantic 2017.
Language
English
Main Author
Ken Bruen (author)
Edition
First Grove Atlantic hardcover edition
Physical Description
330 pages ; 22 cm
ISBN
9780802127334
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Review by Booklist Review

Onetime Irish PI Jack Taylor, who knows every seedy bar in Galway, is recovering from a failed suicide attempt, and the doctor who diagnosed a terminal condition seems to have changed his mind. In need of money, Jack finds work as a night-shift security guard. Jack's boss, a wealthy Ukrainian, offers him a big payday if Jack can secure The Red Book, purported to be a blasphemous take on The Book of Kells. Then the beautiful, psychotic, homicidal Emerald (The Emerald Lie, 2016) turns up again. Galway is darker than ever here, and the ghosts that haunt Jack all the people he ever cared for grow in number. Bruen's faithful followers will find that this one is not unlike Jack's earlier ventures on the dark side, especially those in which the bewitching Emerald appears. But there is a difference: Jack's formerly howling philippics about life in Ireland are dialed down to gripes. He merely notes the deaths of David Bowie and Lemmy and mentions his distaste for candidate Trump. Jack, it seems, has become an old man, binge-watching boxed sets of TV shows.--Gaughan, Thomas Copyright 2017 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Jack Taylor, Bruen's perennially tortured protagonist, suffers new levels of angst in his 13th noir outing (after 2016's The Emerald Lie). Recovering from a failed suicide attempt after a mistaken diagnosis of terminal cancer, Taylor is trying to live the quiet life in Galway, working as a security guard and looking after his dog, Storm. Trouble, however, has a way of finding him. When his boss offers him a job searching for The Red Book, a lost heretical text apparently in the possession of an ex-priest hiding in Ireland, Taylor initially scoffs at the "Dan Brown lite" scheme, but he needs the money and ultimately accepts. Meanwhile, a series of slain animals are found in Galway's Eyre Square accompanied by cryptic notes left by an ultra-right-wing group that aims to return to an earlier era of conservative religion. When Emily, the chameleonlike sociopath who's flitted in and out of Jack's life, turns out to be mixed up in the plot, things get really nasty. Bruen is in top form, and, although everything Taylor touches seems to turn to ash, he embodies such humanity that readers will be unable to resist rooting for him. Agent: Lukas Ortiz, Philip G. Spitzer Literary Agency. (Nov.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Library Journal Review

Following a failed suicide attempt, Bruen's profane Jack Taylor (The Emerald Lie) is down on his luck-as usual-and working as a security guard. His boss offers him a temptingly large sum of money to find a heretical book rumored to be in the possession of a priest hiding in Galway, Ireland, after fleeing the Vatican in Rome. The elusive and captivating Em, who has preoccupied Jack's heart and soul since being introduced in Green Hell, is also entangled in the hunt for The Red Book as the darkness that surrounds Jack threatens to overwhelm him. VERDICT Employing elegantly poetic brevity and exploring religion's dark side, a favored motif, this is another strong addition to Bruen's noirish canon. Jack Taylor is an iconic character, a charming reprobate whose plaintive booze-drenched rants are the perfect vehicle for Bruen's black humor and insights related to pop culture, music, and literature. [See Prepub Alert, 5/7/17.]-ACT © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Jack Taylor goes looking for an explosive volume and finds it and a whole lot of other explosions.Working these days as a security guard for a factory owned by mysterious Ukrainian Alexander Knox-Keaton, Jack's called into the office of his boss and given a new job: to find The Red Book, which has been pinched from the Vatican archives by rogue priest Frank Miller. It's no trouble for a man with Jack's contacts to find Miller, but the lapsed cleric refuses to tell Jack anything about the missing item, and before Jack can question him again, he's been beaten to death and has loose pages from a book jammed down his throat. The news naturally brings Sgt. Ridge, the lesbian cop who was once Jack's friend, to his door in a less than friendly role and brings Jack back to see his boss, who brusquely pays him off and warns him that terrible things will happen to him if he doesn't stop asking questions. It's not much of a threat since six terrible things happen to Jack most days before breakfast. But although Jack does indeed find the missing copy of The Red Book, its discovery seems powerless to stem the wave of violence it's unleasheda wave that will engulf Jack, Sgt. Ridge, goth girl Emerald McKee (Green Hell, 2015), and Lorna Dunphy, the schoolgirl who's given Jack 19 euros to find her missing brother, Eamon, who's going to be hard to find because he doesn't exist. All these events unfold in the most mannered prose since the glory days of James Ellroy against the distant echoes of Donald Trump's shockingly successful presidential campaign. Maybe Ireland doesn't have a monopoly on troubles after all. Dispensing with the genre's customary pleasurespromising plot developments go nowhere, menacing characters are abruptly killed off, the solution solves nothingBruen still manages to deliver prose that's both tough and elegiac, plus enough white space per page to tempt even Alice in Wonderland. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Up a shabby set of stairs then knocked on 201. It opened almost immediately. Not sure what I was expecting, probably a whiskey refugee and old. Neither. Young guy, in his early thirties, long brown hair, bland face, dressed in gray track suit. Then I was falling backward from a punch. He was about to follow through with a kick but I grabbed that and flipped him, then, getting up, I dragged him by his hair into the room, kicked the door shut, said, "Stay down or I will break your fucking neck." The introductions out of the way, I looked round the room. Bare. Thomas Merton would have been comfortable with it. I asked, "Where is the book?" Up close he didn't seem as young though maybe being dragged by the hair ages you. He picked himself up, slowly, watching my boots carefully, asked, "Are you working for the church?" I nearly laughed but went, "I represent the private sector." He measured me, definitely found me wanting, but decided further tussle was wasted. Said, "The book is gone." So I did what you do with a stubborn priest; I walloped him. Twice. Excerpted from The Ghosts of Galway by Ken Bruen All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.