The Earlie King & the Kid in Yellow - Couverture souple

'A dystopian baroque, postmodern fairy tale, with gangsters, eternal rain and a contested baby... The world that Denton creates is thrillingly realised'--Financial Times

'A dazzlingly inventive adventure in the possibilities of storytelling, as the Kid heads into his future, with danger on his heels and a lush, brash lyricism as armour for the upcoming battle'--Daily Mail

'Denton's captivating debut novel, which imagines a grim dystopian Ireland that is all too believable [is] a highly original novel... Mashing ancient myth with a miserable future, Denton's fierce and distinctive debut should set the books world alight'--Irish Times

'Just stunning - The Earlie King and The Kid in Yellow is a work of dancing brutality and ferocious tenderness, properly wild, and utterly welcome'--Lisa McInerney, author of The Glorious Heresies

'This book will blow your mind. Written in a hurl of playful poetry and whip-smart prose... Utterly extraordinary, it's best you read it. Right now'--Emerald Street

'A great, imaginative cloudburst. Torrential in theme and execution, a mighty debut'--Mike McCormack, author of Solar Bones

'[With] dizzying playfulness [and] spectacular set-pieces... Stylish'--New Statesman

'Denton's cinematically vivid descriptions of this drowned world are among many highlights... strikingly ambitious [...] The Earlie King and the Kid in Yellow really soars in its style... original, poetic and beguiling'--Irish Independent

'Raucous... Denton writes with dash, and the Kid's quest is engrossing and sweetly told'-- --Literary Review
'Blade Runner-ish [with] smart pacing... Denton [has a] sparkling turn of phrase'--Sunday Times

'What a book. Absolutely marvellous'-- --Cillian Murphy

'Denton's richly entertaining debut straddles the present like a dripping colossus...Mixing hard-boiled prose with wonderful flashes of lyricism and theatrical interludes [...] Denton spins a fine yarn, and his vision of the future is both believable and gripping'-- --Guardian

Ireland is flooded, derelict. It never stops raining. The Kid in Yellow has stolen the babba from the Earlie King. Why? Something to do with the King's daughter, and a talking statue, something godawful. And from every wall the King's Eye watches. And yet the city is full of hearts-defiant-sprayed in yellow, the mark of the Kid. It cannot end well. Can it? Follow the Kid, hear the tale. Roll up! Roll up!