This Is The Ritual - Tapa blanda

I'm tempted to quote Nietzsche back at Rob Doyle: he's not a writer - he is dynamite! Except - like Nietzsche - he's a tremendous writer too. And I have a suspicion that the author of this provocative and thrilling collection is going to get even better (Geoff Dyer)

A world-class writer (Joanna Walsh, author of Vertigo)

A masterstroke in experimental short fiction brimming with ideas, vulgarity and intelligence. And Ireland has just gained a cult author of exceptional talent (Sunday Independent)

Full of booze, books, sex and despair yet, despite the bleakness of its stories, skewered as they are on broken hearts and broken artistic dreams, Doyle's cocky passion proves irresistible. He writes with the confidence of a literary giant ... A series of heartening and humane interior struggles. Doyle is as good as everyone - from John Boyne to Colm Toibin - says he is (Daily Mail)

One of the most exciting emerging voices in Irish literature (Irish Independent)

Doyle's fiction deals with life's major themes: sex, death, guilt, shame, the meaning of existence ... Doyle's storytelling is compelling and engaging, suffused with wit, honesty and emotional intelligence (Irish Times)

Doyle displays a ludic sensibility . The stories are gleefully nihilistic . He has a gift for evoking the base and unpleasant aspects of life in vivid and visceral detail ... It creates an almost hypnotic effect; a miasmic fictional space into which the reader slips (Times Literary Supplement)

A tremendous talent. Every page fizzes with vitality (Kevin Barry, author of Beatlebone)

The mutinous fragments of Rob Doyle's fictions are bilious, provocative and unnervingly compelling (Colin Barrett, author of Young Skins)

Bleak, brilliant stories . Don't be put off by literary allusions. These compelling vignettes stand up for themselves ... They transport us beyond the routines of our daily round, and are visceral, scatological and frequently disturbing ... It's refreshing to see a young Irish writer keeping up the cloacal tradition introduced by Swift and continued by Joyce (Sunday Times)