Having spiraled into self-
Rickshaw is a dangerous bedlam of close calls and near misses and its passengers are the drunken, beaten down and stranded. To work rickshaw, Irish must take a lesson in stamina and shift up through his emotional gears but no matter how hard he pedals, always hot on his heels, is his past. Hilarious, poignant and razor sharp, this debut novel captures the underbelly of London’s West End through a stunningly, gimlet eye and electrifying energy.
‘A hilarious, poignant and razor-
‘Rickshaw is funny, above all, but also wicked, exhausting, and by turns kind. McGrath is a writer of substantial potential, demanding of attention. Rickshaw is that call to attention.’
‘The novel is set on the peripheries of conventional-
‘David McGrath writes for ‘my mates in the pub who never read’, but the rapid sale of copies of Rickshaw after his performance of a scene from this novel to a room of avid readers tells you that his appeal is much broader than that. No, he doesn’t like adverbs and he avoids flowery descriptive language. Instead, he uses sparse narrative and superb dialogue to say it all.’
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