Welcome to my page about Flann O'Brien, the second coolest Irishman I've ever known. Well I haven't really known him as he's passed on long before I turned up, but I suppose you know what I wanted to say. Quite frankly I encountered a grammatical conflict.
Anyway, at the moment it's just some excerpts from his novel "The Third Policeman", which has to be my favourite book. It was published in 1967, after his death on April Fools' Day (!) 1966. Some people still think it was only a joke and he's not really dead. However, I'm thinking about what else to add, so please check back within the next few years.
This particular page's intention is to draw your attention to this genius' works and to increase the number of hits on my homepage.
Human existence being an hallucination containing in itself the secondary hallucinations of day and night (the latter an insanitary condition of the atmosphere due to accretions of black air) it ill becomes any man of sense to be concerned at the illusory approach of the supreme hallucination known as death.
De Selby
Would you please be so kind to click on the three phrases below to read some of the most fascinating theories
from that novel.
Other things he's written:
Novels:
At Swim Two Birds (1939)
The Poor Mouth (published posthumously in 1973)
The Hard Life (1961)
The Dalkey Archive (1964)
