Headbanger A bit of fun! .mp3 (4.74 MB)
Hugo Hamilton Vintage, 1998
Bang On!
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Coyne wasn't the kind of cop with the cap tilted on the back of the head. No way.
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Hugo Hamilton has been praised and anthologized so I figured he was one of those pretentious literary shits. Suddenly I came face to balaclava'ed, kebab-smeared face with one of his novels. Hey! Hugo Hamilton is a Headbanger!
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Coyne suddenly lost his patience and began trying to feed Perry some of the soil, stuffing it into his mouth as though he was concerned about some nutritional deficiency, until some of the other Guards came over to restrain him.
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Meet Dublin's Dirty Harry, as the paperback's cover promises. Central character Pat Coyne has gone above and beyond dedication. He's past the edge of that. When not being stressed by his wife, mother in law, lazy ass partner, moleshaver of a boss, Coyne drives around the city thinking strange, funny thoughts. A bit like Taxi Driver, except he's driving a Garda patrol car.
Coyne could tell you more about the nature of society than anyone else. The kids sleeping rough. Boys for sale…. Whole families of junkies. Beatings, muggings suicides. Shopkeepers held up with syringes. The distress of a woman after rape. They dragged a man in his pyjamas out of the canal one night. Found a well-known politician in a car with a young boy. Once helped to contain a riot near the British Embassy. Yobbos. Paedophiles. Alcoholics going downhill year by year. Rich kids acting the fool as though they owned the city. And the endless succession of car crimes…. In broad daylight, he once had to restrain an old traveller woman standing in the middle of a busy intersection with an oar, beating the cars and busses as they went by…. He had his own ideas on how the society should be run, but he was only concerned with justice and fair play. Coyne's Justice.
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There's such truth to that. Forget serial killers and shady, deadly conspiracies by giant evil corporations. Hamilton relates everyday Irish crime and cops like they actually are.
The Rod Steiger-Gene Hackman school of authority, chewing the same piece of gum into eternity, didn't come off right in Ireland at all. Not enough heat. You could hardly wear those big, steel-rimmed reflector sun-glasses in the rain.
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While battling a stream of running petty crimes, Coyne drives the plot of Headbanger with a vendetta against wealthy local gangster Berti Cunningham and his team of nightclub-running, beautiful topless young woman-abusing, witness-murdering, litterbug thugs. Colorful, flashy villains make a good novel, and Headbanger has a few right tropical crackers.
Go on, dance, [Cunningham] ordered with a hint of impatience. Waving the gun at her legs.
Give us Riverdance, Chief added.
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Just as funny, just as true, reaching the same critical stage, is Coyne's relationship with his wife Carmel. This is where the real banging is done. There's no whodunit, no investigation or trial, ala most crime fiction, but the suspense and danger exceed. What's going to happen with his family, when Coyne floors it over the deep end?
I'm not messing, Coyne insisted. They did a big survey on people close to death. They all said it was a sexual experience.
Would you fuck off, Coyne.
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Bashing style into the crime thriller genre, Headbanger packs goofball rage, bizarre insight, attitude and kebab flavour into one fast, funny smack of a 230 page read. No superior literary airs, just damn fine writing.
Headbanger's Pat Coyne character is also featured in 1998's Sad Bastard. Hamilton has another novel expected late in 2006. I heard it's to be called Sucking Diesel, but haven't a notion if it's a Coyne novel or even crime. Fuck it. I hope to pick up a copy regardless. The language and true lunacy of Headbanger knocked me flat like a Glasgow kiss straight to the nosebone. Hugo Hamilton's novel has earned its place among Critical Mick's Best Books Read in 2006.
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