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  • Paperback: 256 pages
  • Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing PLC; 4th Impression edition (6 May 2002)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0747557861
  • ISBN-13: 978-0747557869
  • Product Dimensions: 19.4 x 12.8 x 1.8 cm
  • Average Customer Review: 3.9 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (76 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 611,466 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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Malcolm Pryce was born in the UK and has spent much of his life working and travelling abroad. He has been, at various times, a BMW assembly-line worker, a hotel washer-up, a deck hand on a yacht sailing the South Seas, an advertising copywriter and the world's worst aluminium salesman. In 1998 he gave up his day job and booked a passage on a banana boat bound for South America in order to write Aberystwyth Mon Amour. He spent the next seven years living in Bangkok, where he wrote three more novels in the series, Last Tango in Aberystwyth, The Unbearable Lightness of Being in Aberystwyth and Don't Cry for Me Aberystwyth. In 2007 he moved back to the UK and now lives in Oxford.

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Malcolm Pryce's witty and scabrous comic thriller Aberystwyth Mon Amour is an original and diverting entry into the field of black-comedy writing--a genre which has enjoyed a long and healthy lineage, from Voltaire through Evelyn Waugh to the present day although lately it is pretty well the preserve of crime fiction. Making the unexciting Welsh town of Aberystwyth seem as fascinating and dangerous for his hardboiled 'tec as the mean streets of Raymond Chandler's Los Angeles is a daunting task but it's a trick Pryce pulls off with considerable aplomb.

Throughout Aberystwyth, schoolboys are vanishing without trace, and Louie Knight, the town's only private investigator, becomes involved when he has a visit from the exotic singer Myfanwy Montez (love the name!). She is the star of Wales' most outrageous nightclub, and is keen for Louie to track down her missing cousin, known as Evans the Boot. Aided by such eccentrics as philosopher-cum-ice-cream seller Sospan, Louie finds himself encountering a plot quite as labyrinthine as any which exercised Philip Marlowe. Surely Lovespoon, Grand Wizard of the Druids and the town's most powerful citizen, had a hand in the disappearances?

Nothing is quite as it seems in Pryce's outrageous and irreverent tale, which functions as a canny thriller as much as a wry parody. A good deal of the humour comes from relocating Chandler's sun-baked California locales to a parochial Welsh town, and all the clichés are ruthlessly exploded: Louie is visited in his seedy office by his sultry female client in time-honoured fashion. But it's the language, which leaps off the page, that really marks Pryce out as a stylist of no mean skill, and his bizarre refraction of Marlowe-speak is a real delight:

By the time I reached the whelk stall the drizzle had finally made up its mind and turned into rain, driving forward hard off the sea and into my face. The booth was quiet: no-one there except a kid in charge--a pimply adolescent in a grubby white coat and a silly cardboard hat. I ordered the special and waited, as the youth kept a wary eye on me; trouble was never far away at this time of night.
. --Barry Forshaw --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.

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"Another sparkling debut comes from Malcom Pryce. ... rollicking black comedy...Huge Fan." -- Arena, Graham Grant

"novelist Malcom Pryce has done a brilliant job of deconstructing the private eye novel and throwing the pieces together to come up with this sublime pastiche," -- Books Quarterly

'Original, inventive, ambitious, playful, funny and a million miles away from the current stereotype of the laddish Bloke's First Book' -- INDEPENDENT

'Pryce's book promises to do for the reputation of Aberystwyth what Irvine Welsh has done for Edinburgh' -- Daily Telegraph

'Transposing the ambience of Chandler's noir LA to modern-day Aberystwyth is a surreal idea, but Malcolm Pryce pulls it off ... engaging and sharp' -- FACE

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63 of 63 people found the following review helpful By Andy Barrow on 7 Aug. 2006
Format: Paperback
I discovered Aberystwyth Mon Amour a couple of years ago in Waterstone's bookshop in Chichester. I laughed so much reading the first page that, having made a particularly public exhibition of myself, my only recourse was to buy the bloody book. I was a postgraduate student at UCW Aberystwyth in the late 80's and Pryce's book is a wonderfully distorted portrait of that pleasant but remote university town, viewed through the prism of a 1940's roman noir. But there's a serious undercurrent too about the folly and the legacy of colonial wars, and the characters are wonderfully named: a lisping thug called Valentine, a gin-soaked dwarf called Pickel and a tart-cum-chanteuse, Myfanwy Montez. Wonderful stuff - someone should film it (Jeremy Northam as Louie Knight?). The sequels, Last Tango in Aberystwyth and The Unbearable Lightness of Being in Aberyswyth are great too.
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33 of 35 people found the following review helpful By A. K. Davis VINE VOICE on 17 Aug. 2005
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Aberystwyth is not as you know (or imagine it). For a start it is run by crime lords; the druids. School boys are going missing and Myfanwy Monetez the star of the local nightclub asks the local private investigator, Louie Knight, to help find her missing cousin.
The language and imagery is great (in how many books can you find corsetry or a tea cosy as clues in solving the mystery), but yet I don't think it quite matches Jasper Fforde. However anyone who likes original quirky books such as Fforde or Pratchett will enjoy this.
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57 of 62 people found the following review helpful By M. Williams on 8 Aug. 2002
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Read this book! I did, taking advice from someone rather more trustworthy than I - Philip Pullman, no less, who was asked by a child at the Hay Festival if he ever read anyone else's books, and replied earnestly, yes, he was reading a great one just now - Aberystwyth Mon Amour.
OK, coming from Mid Wales and knowing all the places helps, but even if you didn't this would be just such an enjoyable read. It combines at least three levels of brilliance: it is a breath-takingly funny spoof on Chandler, or maybe even on Mickey Spillane - it gets pleasantly trashy in places. It is also a spoof on Welsh culture, and the wealth of in-jokes there is amazing. Secondly, its very surreal and black comedy cloak a plot which, dammit, is actually quite exciting - I wanted to know whodunnit! And thirdly, there are moments of real tenderness and insight into the deeper aspects of human emotions - love, sex, war, guilt. Oh, and best of all, a totally accurate and identifiable-with perspective on bastard P.E. teachers, may they all rot in hell.
I completely loved it, and read it in just two sittings. A truly remarkable first novel.
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14 of 15 people found the following review helpful By Bookworm on 14 July 2006
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This is the funniest series of books I have read in a long time. The character's names are divine (Herod Jenkins, the PE Teacher was my favourite) and despite it being completely ridiculous, you really do get caught up in the story! It definitely helps if you're Welsh, or know Wales/Welsh people, because everything will just seem that bit funnier to you. I kept phoning my Dad (who still lives in Wales) to tell him the "laugh out loud" bits, but found them so hysterical I could hardly relay them down the phoneline for laughing - he's now borrowing my set of books and finally getting the punchlines that were lost in my fits of giggles. Malcolm Pryce deserves a medal for these - Da iawn! (Very good!)I can't wait for the next installment - "Don't cry for me Aberystwyth" - due out in Spring 2007!
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12 of 13 people found the following review helpful By "graemewright6" on 22 Feb. 2003
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Malcolm Pryce, self-confessed worst aluminium salesman in the world, appears to have found his true vocation with this stunning pastiche on the hard bitten Raymond Chandler type private eye thrillers of the 40s and 50s. Why can't a private eye operate from above an orthopaedic boot shop in downtown Aberystwyth? Why can't the druids control all legal (and illegal) trade in this quaint seaside town? Why can't a philosopher run an ice cream parlour? All these questions and many more Pryce sets out to answer in this cleverly fashioned and jibe poking homage to pulp fiction.
The plot, it has to be said, remains shallow and implausible throughout. What stands out are the character names - Myfanwy Montez, Giuseppe Bronzini, Herod Jenkins etc. - which locate this novel somewhere between Mario Puzo and Dylan Thomas and the wonderful jokes aimed, not so much at the Welsh, but at our perceived stereotyping of the people and their land. Sadistic schoolteachers are remembered with painstaking and agreeable detail - I myself recall a games teacher of similar evilness as Jenkins. Mine was called Colbourn though and, as far as I am aware, he never sent anyone cross country running in a blizzard.
A rudimentary knowledge of Wales, Aberystwyth, the role of the Welsh in Patagonia, the layout of Lancaster bombers and the value of whelks to the Welsh tourist economy are all desirable assets to the reader approaching this book but are not compulsory. An ability to suspend disbelief, to subscribe to the wildest of conspiracy theories and to laugh uncontrollably at the unlikeliest of incidents, however, are.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Christian Collison on 6 Oct. 2009
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After spending many a summer around Aberystwyth in Borth, it was with a twang of nostalgia that this book was purchased but it's the best decision I've made in a long time.

The witty Louie Knight exploded into my imagination as I recalled holidays on Wales' west coast, only this time there wasn't any rain. Instead there was call girls, murders and rum. Lots of rum.

Knight is Aberystwyth's witty PI, his father runs the donkey walks along the beach and his main confidante's the ice cream man.

The dark underworld of Aberystwyth is controlled by the Druids, who run the roost and are intent on raising a long-last land from the ocean.

The people of Aber don't mess with these guys in their sharp Italian suits and blacked-out Maestros, but Louie Knight's different.

This tail of witty twists and turns promises to have you chuckling with glee at Louie's one-liners, while keeping you on your toes with a fantastic mystery.

Keep up the good work Pryce.

Aberystwyth Mon Amour
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