The Ginger Man

By: J. P. Donleavy

Narrated by: Patrick Moy

First published in Paris in 1955 and originally banned in America, J. P. Donleavy's first novel is now recognized the world over as a masterpiece and a modern classic of the highest order. Set in Ireland just after World War II, The Ginger Man is J. P. Donleavy's wildly funny, picaresque classic novel of the misadventures of Sebastian Dangerfield, a young American ne'er-do-well studying at Trinity College in Dublin. Dangerfield's appetite for women, liquor, and general roguishness is insatiable - and he satisfies it with endless charm.

©1955, 1958, 1965 J. P. Donleavy (P)2013 Audible, Inc.

Critic reviews

"Lusty, violent, wildly funny... The Ginger Man is the picaresque novel to stop them all." (Dorothy Parker, Esquire)

Gets better and better

At first I wasn't sure I'd like this book but by the end I was howling with Sebastian. Incredible performance by Patrick Mou too, I highly recommend.

Excellent

Narrator was excellent with the dialogue of each character. Made me feel that I was part of the story.

The lyrical quality of money is strange

It is like J.P. Donleavy lifted Harold Skimpole out of Hard Times and made a whole whore of a novel of him as a young law student in Dublin. There are novels about drinking and there are novels about being shitfaced. This is a shitfaced novel. It ranks right up there with Lowry's Under the Volcano. Except insead of meszcal, there is plenty of stout and Irish whiskey. The prose is distilled three times: once with food, once with f#cKing, and once with irreverant flippancy (maybe once too for finances, but that would ruin my trinity of distilation image).

But the prose? Dear God, Mary and the baby Modern Library, J.P. Donleavy can write crazy post-Joyce juice. He was rock and roll before rock and roll. His sentences hit you like Mick Jagger dancing on John Bonham third drum stick. It doesn't seem like a long novel, but requires slow, devoted reading. You have to put it down and sober up every few pages. More than 80 pages in one sitting will leave you shitfaced with veins breaking and uncontrolled shaking of the hands.

Go easy my friends, and enjoy drowning in the softness.

Extraordinarily not Politically Correct

This book is extraordinarily not politically correct. It was written in 1955 and immediately banned. It has a lot of rough sexually explicit language and thoroughly disreputable characters, The prose alternate between the base and the sublime with some aspects of Joyce. On the surface this is a long humorous story of a Ginger Man who is violent, drunken, manipulative, irresponsible, and thieving. Yet every now and then there is a powerful aside showing the Man's disorientation in a world without faith and with morals without foundations. Then the story become sad and even frightening, but for only a moment, as dwelling on such things is intolerable.

A NY Times review said, "comments dramatically on the absurdities of an age clinging to values in which it simply cannot believe and unable to summon up the courage to find out what its moral convictions really are."

Although the narration was not bad, and was clear and understandable, I did not care for many of the choices of characterization. The snooty Dangerfield voice seemed distractingly wrong to me each time it was used.. Several other voices were also sub-optimal.

This is a very good book but is not for everyone.

the different accents employed were brilliant

not s darn thing did I dislike about the narrator at all....he was marvelous