Here are the Young Men by Rob Doyle

Here are the Young Men

Rob Doyle

Sad, profane, funny and rude, this book chronicles the lives of Matthew and his three pals. Fresh out of school, wrecked by drugs, booze, porn and violence, are they just self-indulgent thugs or tragic lost boys? Not a cosy read but some great dialogue and surprisingly, I came to care for these horrible ‘young men’.

Extract

‘I’ve got two more bukes almost finished,’ said Scag. ‘'Sincerely L. Cohen' and 'Fine Day for a Holocaust Denial'.’ He paused to observe a passing arse, then added, ‘I’m thinkin of puttin them out under me pseudonym.’
‘What’s that?’
‘Seamus Heaney.’
‘Tsss. Good night and good luck. So are yis on yisser way out to the festival?’
‘Yeah. Sure we thought we may as well. Young Matthew here has some lady trouble. His tender young heart is in danger of being broken so I’m takin him under me wing for a bit of a blowout to cheer him up. Yerself?’
‘Yeah, I’m goin out. I couldn’t give a fuck about the festival but there’s a bird out there I have to see. Little Spanish thing. Mad for me mickey, she is. Blank Frank has some yips for me as well.’
‘Oh yeah?, said Scag. ‘Haven’t seen oul Frankincense in a while. How many are ye getting?’
‘Ten. Do ye want some?’
Scag hissed, all indignant. ‘Does a bear shit on the pope? When have you ever known me not to want some fuckin yokes?’

Parallels
  • Ghosts and Lightning by Trevor Byrne
  • Skippy Dies by Paul Murray
  • Bad Day in Blackrock by Kevin Power
Borrow this book
Violence
Explicit sexual content