This extraordinary out pouring continues the story of Tony, last encountered as ashes in an urn in Gaye Shortland's debut novel Mind That Tis My Brother, and now a free spirit who acts as guardian angel to a crowd of young folk of various, and sometimes variable, genders in 1990s Cork. The book's energy and anarchy are refreshing, as is its exuberant treatment of gay sex, but it is written in a heavily Corkified dialect which, amusing at first, makes the narrative heavy going long before its 280 odd (some very odd) pages are up.
