Samuel Riba is about to turn 60. A successful publisher in Barcelona, he is increasingly prone to attacks of anxiety and, looking for distraction, he concocts a spur-of-the-moment trip to Dublin, a city he has never visited but has once dreamed about.
He sets off on the pretext of honouring James Joyces Ulysses on Bloomsday. But as he and his friends gather in the cemetery to give their orations, a mysterious figure in a mackintosh resembling Joyces protégé Samuel Beckett hovers in the background. Is it Beckett, or is it the writer of genius that Riba has spent his whole career trying, and failing, to find?
A brilliant, funny novel; an expertly woven tapestry of literary allusions
Enrique Vila-Matas has created a masterpiece Times Literary Supplement
Vila-Matas enjoyed himself writing Dublinesque, that is obvious, and the reader will also enjoy and collaborate in this delightful literary exercise that is clever without being knowing, lightly erudite but never pretentious Irish Timesshow more