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A comic trip through hell in Ireland, as told by a murderer, The Third Policeman is another inspired bit of confusing and comic lunacy from the warped imagination and lovably demented pen of Flann O'Brien, author of At Swim-Two-Birds. There's even a small chance you'll figure out what's going on if you read the publisher's note that appears on the last page.
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A most sardonic novel about life after death with the dead man telling the comic and terrifying story . . . a strange, original comic genius.
Kurzbeschreibung
"The Third Policeman" is Flann O'Brien's brilliantly dark comic novel about the nature of time, death, and existence. Told by a narrator who has committed a botched robbery and brutal murder, the novel follows him and his adventures in a two-dimensional police station where, through the theories of the scientist/philosopher de Selby, he is introduced to "Atomic Theory" and its relation to bicycles, the existence of eternity (which turns out to be just down the road), and de Selby's view that the earth is not round but "sausage-shaped." With the help of his newly found soul named "Joe, " he grapples with the riddles and
Der Autor über sein Buch
A Mystical Experience in the County Offaly
Critics of this work have missed the essentially religious nature of the anti-hero's pilgrimage through a bleak and featureless townland, familiar to all those who have made a trip into the hinterlands of County Offaly. There in that noble county where TDs travel on bicycle (rise up Oliver J. and be among us once more, or doth that Lion sleep forever) and where bogmen go along in packs, the spirit can find much purgatory.
Critics of this work have missed the essentially religious nature of the anti-hero's pilgrimage through a bleak and featureless townland, familiar to all those who have made a trip into the hinterlands of County Offaly. There in that noble county where TDs travel on bicycle (rise up Oliver J. and be among us once more, or doth that Lion sleep forever) and where bogmen go along in packs, the spirit can find much purgatory.