Young love, drugs and the Holy Trinity in a rackety tale from ‘the arse end of Ireland’ that shows McInerney has talent to burn
Ireland seems to be enjoying a remarkable surge of young women writers, with Sara Baume, Eimear McBride and Mary Costello all having recently produced impressive debut novels. Yet Lisa McInerney’s may be the most eagerly awaited of all: not because she has written a book before, but because of her blog, Arse End of Ireland, from which her online persona Sweary Lady dished out choice invective on behalf of the underclass hit hardest by the country’s economic crash.
It should be little surprise that the arse end of Ireland – Cork city, to be precise – is where her first novel is set. It features a 15-year-old drug dealer named Ryan who lives on a Galway estate that will be familiar to anyone who followed the blog: “One of dozens flung out in a lattice of reluctant socialism … There was always some brat lighting bonfires on the green, or a lout with a belly out to next Friday being drunkenly ejected from his home (with a measure of screaming fishwife fucked in for good luck).”
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