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  • Jude: Level 1
    Jude: Level 1
    by Julian Gough

    Shortlisted for the 2008 Wodehouse Prize for comic fiction.

    The novel's prologue won the biggest prize in the world for a single short story - the BBC National Short Story Prize.

    "Sheer comic brilliance" - The Times

    "The best comic novel I've ever read" - Tommy Tiernan

    "Could be the finest comic novel since Flann O'Brien's The Third Policeman" - The Sunday Tribune

  • Juno and Juliet
    Juno and Juliet
    by Julian Gough

    My first novel, of which I am very fond. The adventures of teenage twin sisters Juno & Juliet, in their first year away from home. Life, love and literature, in Galway and Tipperary.

     

    "Like Roddy Doyle in an extremely good mood" - The Washington Post

    "A modern, at times brilliantly ironic reworking of the classical fairytale, with nods to Shakespeare, Austen and Beckett." - Literary Review

    "Hugely entertaining" - Vogue

Sunday
28Jun

I Thought I Saw Johnny Massacre Last Night, As Alive As You Or Me

I was crossing Torstrasse about an hour ago, round midnight, and I thought I saw Johnny Massacre coming across the road towards me, wearing a big green gansey. I was mildly but very pleasantly surprised. Always a joy to meet Johnny. As he got closer, I was about to say hello, and then,

 

A) I realised it wasn't Johnny, and

 

B) I remembered that Johnny was dead.

 

The last time I saw him, if you can call it seeing him, he was being lowered into the ground in a coffin in Longford in 2003. Ming the Merciless (Johnny's great friend Luke Flanagan) gave a speech at the graveside, a good speech. And then Ming the Merciless urged us all to give Johnny Massacre (born John Doran, and only 27 when he died, in a car crash), the parting gift he would have most appreciated - a huge round of applause. We did, oh we did.

(Mike Casey had filmed Johnny's street show in 2002, and put this tribute together after Johnny's death.)

Friday
26Jun

Shocking. Heart Failure. And So Young. But We Still Have The Music...

I just heard the shocking news, via a tweet from Graham Linehan... Grant McLennan is dead!

 

No wonder Twitter, the Internet, and the phone system have all collapsed, as Go-Betweens fans spread the word around the weeping globe...

Tuesday
23Jun

A Twit Twitters

This pretty picture links to my new Twitter thingy. Ain't computers smart, huh?

I was vaguely wondering if my name was still available on Twitter, or was some teenaged, early-adapting Julian Gough with an iPhone, wi-fi-enabled double-entry vibrator and frightening buttock-tattoos tweeting as Julian Gough eighteen times an hour on the subjects of his motorbike and STDs, to the consternation of my aunts, bank manager, and former Christian Doctrine teacher.

 

Anyway, no, he is not. My name was still available. So, one thing led to another, and next thing I knew, I'd signed up to Twitter.

 

My, um, name, is:   http://twitter.com/juliangough

 

Or you can just click here to get to my Twitter page

 

Not sure what I do next, but there you are.

Friday
12Jun

On Readings

A.L. Kennedy has been talking about readings, over on the Guardian Books Blog. I threw in a few comments, in the comments section. I may as well copy my first one here...

"Readings improve the work, and the confidence in the work. Having to read a chunk of prose aloud, you're forced to disentangle sentences that look lovely and literary on the page, but which are in fact merely incoherent and needed another draft. (Don't worry, good weird prose survives this process, you aren't going to flatten it all out to Ladybird Book level.)

And so much of good writing is about delivering information in the right order (especially inside the sentence, at sentence level). Reading it aloud to strangers (who don't already know it as horribly, blindingly well as you do), you can see where you've screwed up and delivered the tragic/comic punchline twice, or too early, before a vital piece of information needed to make it work. Or very simply that you've had a character do something in a new room before it's entirely obvious to the reader that she's walked through the door."

 

More on than topic over at the Guardian...

Tuesday
09Jun

Aengus McMahon - Rock Star, Sex God, Athlete!

Number one in a very occasional series, in which I bring you up to date on the continuing adventures of the other members of Toasted Heretic, the "messy beat combo" (courtesy Andrew Mueller, Melody Maker, circa 1991), in which I whiled away my youth.

Aengus McMahon has been running along a beach in Mexico. You can read the full story here, and even leave a comment, ideally sarky (sample comment so far: "Don't come to Dangan if you catch a flu :))") but meanwhile here's the picture, 'cos he looks so cool in the heat...

 

Aengus McMahon, rock star, sex god, athlete...