Diana Hendry

Dublin double act: Love, by Roddy Doyle, reviewed

Two middle-aged drinking buddies meet after a long gap and recall past memories that don’t always tally

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Far be it from me to utter a word against the patron saint of Dublin pubs, Roddy Doyle. Granted he’s a comic genius, his dialogue comparable with Beckett and that this, his 12th novel, is garnering rave reviews in America. But is not Doyle’s trademark conversation between two men in a pub not just a little interminable?

Love follows on from Two Pints (a play), Two More Pints and (last year) Two for the Road – two men chewing the fat on news events from 2014 to 2019.

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