So apparently I am just going to spend my morning listening to a highly absurdist novel. Makes perfect sense to me actually. This is a book written by Flann O’Brien who is one of the more or less grandfathers of Irish literature (especially during a certain time in the 20th century) and this novel feels in a lot of ways like a nice blend between Joyce and Beckett, who more or less bracket O’Brien’s career. The novel was written in the 1930s, but didn’t find […]