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Jack TaylorJackБЂ™s surname was a personal joke; Taylors Hill is the snotty area of Galway, a place Jack would never have been allowed to visit. I never expected Jack to go globalБЂ¦ In my view, he was too Irish, too parochial, too damn perverse to have a wide appeal. But I wrote him as he was whispering in my ear, and the first book, it was like I knew him. And I do. Alas. The alcoholism is based on my late brother, a man of true warm spirit, my best friend, and he died a vagrant in the Australian outback, so I knew of what I wrote. And when they come back at me about Jack being so angry? Gee, wonder where that comes from. The Irish, we laugh and drink our merry way, fueled by Guinness and Jameson and never a worry in the world. What a load of bollocks! I fucking hate that. Alcoholism has destroyed the best and the finest of our race, as Jack is fond of quoting. Most of our literature applauds the culture of drinking. Jesus Wept. I thought, БЂњWhat if there were a series of books showing the sheer havoc and misery that drink causes?БЂ«Whoops ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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