Oh, Play That Thing

Oh, Play That Thing

by RoddyDoyle (Author)

Synopsis

On the last page of A Star Called Henry, the first volume of the The Last Roundup trilogy, we left Henry Smart on the run from his Republican paymasters, the men for whom he had perpetrated murder and mayhem. He flees from Dublin to Liverpool and from thence to Ellis Island, New York, America. And this is where Oh, Play That Thing begins... It's 1924, and New York is the centre of the universe. Henry falls on his feet, as a handsome man with a sandwich board, and - this being Prohibition - behind his sandwich board a stash of hooch for the speakeasies of the Lower East Side. When he starts hiring kids to carry boards for him, he catches the attention of the mobsters who run the district and soon there are eyes on his back and men in the shadows. It is time to leave, for another America: Chicago. In Chicago there is no past waiting to jump on Henry. The place is wild, as new as he is, and newest of all is the music. Furious, wild, happy music played by a man with a trumpet and bleeding lips called Louis Armstrong. His music is everywhere, coming from every open door, every phonograph. But Armstrong is a prisoner of his colour; there are places a black man cannot go, things he cannot do. And the mob is in Chicago too: they own every stage - and they own the man up on the stage. Armstrong needs a man, a white man, and the man he chooses is Henry Smart. This is a novel of prodigious energy and invention. Its language and its rhythms are as breathtaking as the music it celebrates. It shows yet again that as a writer Roddy Doyle is unequalled in his vision, his ambition, his ability to surprise us with each new novel. It is nothing less than a triumph.

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Format: Paperback
Pages: 384
Edition: New Ed
Publisher: Jonathan Cape
Published: 02 Sep 2004

ISBN 10: 0224074431
ISBN 13: 9780224074438

Media Reviews
You can't put Oh, Play That Thing down. It has this insane energy.
-- The Edmonton Journal
The Irish author has indeed gotten better with each novel he writes. . . . Doyle takes his riskiest step yet: He leaves Ireland altogether for 1920s America. The risk pays of handsomely.
-- Winnipeg Free Press
Doyle appears to be incapable of writing a bad novel. . . . Oh, Play That Thing is a coup of imagination and verve.
-- Winnipeg Free Press
Doyle has a legendarily good way with words. . . . Oh, Play That Thing is a celebration of unanchored storytelling, like a jazz musician who's taken a 12-bar solo.
-- National Post
For its ambition alone, and for its estimable feat of casting the great Satchmo in a compelling new light, Oh, Play That Thing shouldn't be missed.
-- The Gazette (Montreal)
As engrossing and stimulating as listening to a classically trained musician improvise a jazz combo. It's both familiar and strange and that is what keeps your senses jumping as you are turning the pages. Shaking up readers' expectations is a good and necessary thing.
-- The Globe and Mail
Praise for A Star Called Henry, Volume One of The Last Roundup Trilogy:
With A Star Called Henry, Doyle has put all of his prodigious gifts into a single character. . . . A Star Called Henry is a startling achievement. . .and a worm's-eye view of Irish history. A grand thing of beauty.
--A Globe and Mail Best Book of '99
Doyle gives us the delightful Henry Smart, a kind of Irish Huck Finn, dirt poor by birth, strong and handsome by good fortune, charming and resourceful by necessity. . . . [Doyle's] mastery of voice and observed experience is arare gift.
-- Ottawa Citizen
Maybe the Great American Novel remains to be written, but on the evidence of its first installment, this is the epic Irish one, created at a high pitch of eloquence.
-- Publishers Weekly
In other, less forgiving climes (say, the Soviet Union), Doyle would be put on a cattle truck and sent away. For ever. There is no higher praise, I believe, than to say a book is that dangerous. I can also say that here, for once, that most overused of terms is applicable: this really is a masterpiece.
-- The Irish Times

From the Hardcover edition.

Author Bio
Roddy Doyle was born in Dublin in 1958. He is the author of six acclaimed novels. He won the Booker Prize in 1993 for Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha.