These wonderfully direct and vivid tales catch the essence of Dublin life half a century ago. They are by turns rambunctious and touching, clear-eyed and accepting, warm though never sentimental, and frequently hilarious. Harry Crosbie has done his native city, and its natives, more than proud. -- John Banville
It'd be self-congratulating to say that if Crosbie-the-writer didn't exist, we'd have to invent him. It'd also be hopeless, because we couldn't do it. We couldn't manufacture a writer who knows all the weird, grainy and hilarious stuff Crosbie knows, & magically combine that with the civilized urge to set it all down for others' delectation. Mark Twain was that sort of writer. Ring Lardner was. Nelson Algren. It's heartening to know Crosbie's is not yet a dying art. -- Richard Ford
He is the man who turned a disused railway station into Ireland's biggest music venue which some of us still call The Point. But if Harry Crosbie has his way, he will also be remembered as a writer. -- A collection of funny and poignant tales told from the perspective of a teenage boy working in Dublin's docklands. * The Irish Times *
The Independent * Niamh Horan *
It'd be self-congratulating to say that if Crosbie-the-writer didn't exist, we'd have to invent him. It'd also be hopeless, because we couldn't do it. We couldn't manufacture a writer who knows all the weird, grainy and hilarious stuff Crosbie knows, & magically combine that with the civilized urge to set it all down for others' delectation. Mark Twain was that sort of writer. Ring Lardner was. Nelson Algren. It's heartening to know Crosbie's is not yet a dying art.
-- Richard Ford
He is the man who turned a disused railway station into Ireland's biggest music venue which some of us still call The Point. But if Harry Crosbie has his way, he will also be remembered as a writer.
-- Des MacHale * The Irish Times *