Review
You never see Kavanagh. All you see is ballsy demand after demand shoved with exquisite vocabulary and baldfaced syntax directly under your nose. From prologue to denouement, The Killing of a Bank Manager will keep you on the edge of your tongue. This is a how-to for those who aspire to murder those who steal. The book doesn't necessarily prove that two wrongs make a right, but rather that two wrongs can be infinitely more interesting. Put the money in the bag. Push the alarm, and you will die laughing. ----Willie Smith, Author of Nothing Doing
Product Description
“Mr. Kavanagh’s prose reads like a collage of stick-up notes from a long career of knocking over tony financial institutions. His success at this endeavor can largely be attributed to the invisibility of the stick-up man. You never see Kavanagh. All you see is ballsy demand after demand shoved with exquisite vocabulary and baldfaced syntax directly under your nose. From prologue to denouement, The Killing of a Bank Manager will keep you on the edge of your tongue. This is a how-to for those who aspire to murder those who steal. The book doesn’t necessarily prove that two wrongs make a right, but rather that two wrongs can be infinitely more interesting. Put the money in the bag. Push the alarm, and you will die laughing.”
Willie Smith, Oedipus Cadet (Black Heron Press, 1990)
“Bawdy and high-spirited, Kavanagh’s rococo prose never ceases to delight.”
3:AM Magazine
“It’s a rare writer that can create an entire world in a single sentence. Rarer still is the writer who can combine these sentences to tell a compelling story. Paul Kavanagh has both skills in abundance. His work is beautiful, moving, funny, tragic, and achingly human.”
Jeffrey Dinsmore, Awkward Press
“Paul Kavanagh can write. He writes without a program and for me this is writing.”
James O Jenkins
“Kavanagh’s versatile. He can speak as a representative of both the trailer park and the university. His voice can be British, it can be American. He seems to be afraid of the things the body does to itself as it ages. It’s quite possible he has engaged in public acts of copulation. He’s probably slept with his head in a puddle. Maybe he’s had some teeth knocked out in a bar fight. Maybe he played soccer for university. Hell if I know.”
Matt DiGangi, Thieves Jargon
