Murphy was Irish. It seems fitting that his law would apply so well to the characters of "3/17." In what is described as a "loose parody of Dante's Inferno," Irish Trad Band Slí na Fírinne (which means "path of truth") go on their first American tour in upstate New York. Before reaching their first gig they slide off the road in a snowstorm - an accident that might have been prevented if they had paid attention to their seemingly possessed GPS. From there, it only gets worse.
What follows is a nightmare that gets progressively worse. Missed gigs, cultural clashes - especially with those who think they understand Irish culture, and plenty of gigs from hell (none of which were those originally booked). Although almost anyone capable of laughing at Murphy gone amok should enjoy "3/17," it should especially ring true for musicians, or anyone who has observed artistic types trying to put food on the table.
**Originally written for "Books and Pals" book blog.**