The Third Policeman

This book continues to astound me. Flann O’Brien puts together such a surreal set of circumstances for his unnamed narrator that the book is hard to put down.

O’Brien doesn’t strike me as the Hunter Thompson type; this book made me wonder what they were brewing into the whiskey on the Emerald Isle. The improbability of the narrator’s criminal activity and the law enforcement response often seems like a fever dream, albeit a very entertaining one. Even though I now know the M. Knight Shyamalan twist, I still can re-read this book, thinking, “What’s next? What’s next?”

This is one of the weirdest books I’ve ever read. It’s suffused with a kind of grim humour that kept me reading through a surreal journey.

I felt sorry for the narrator even as I was repulsed by him. But for me, it fits into this list because of its insistence on the addictive nature of cycling—rendered delightfully, absurdly literal in this book as the policemen are able to quantify to the precise percentage point the degree to which other characters have melded with their bikes. (I think I know a few people in danger of becoming part… show more.

This gem of a book is a dark comedy of extraordinary originality. It explores the moment of a murder and stretches it to the length of a short novel. 

Unlike his hero James Joyce, who sometimes took himself a little too seriously, Briain O'Nolan (Flann O'Brien) remains with his tongue firmly in his cheek. As I lived and worked in Dublin I have a special association with this novel.

If you have ever travelled along the magical Vico Road, south of Dublin, you will have passed the house of De Selby, the fictional annotator of the book, whose scientific theories turn… show more.