McCabe's hilarious novel about Pat McNab, the small town serial killer. Or is he?
Meet Pat McNab, forty-five years old, often found endlessly puffing smokes and propping up the counter of Sullivan's Select Bar or sitting on his mother's knee, both of them singing away together like some ridiculous two-headed human juke box. But that was all before the story really begins.
Emerald Germs of Ireland is, in essence, Pat McNab's post-matricide year. This another great romp from the master of black comedy.