Unlike plays, which need to be performed to be fully enjoyed, ink on sheets of paper conveys information very effectively. Storage requires no complex electronic devices, operating systems or digital memory - you simply put your book on a shelf. Information retrieval requires no passwords, downloading applications or a browser: you pick your book off the shelf. Transmission requires no protocols, no modems or no telecommunications networks – you just put the book in the post.
Bicycles outlive motorcycles, acoustic guitars will outlive electric and the harmonica will outlive the Hammond organ just as books will outlive stage, screen, and every other digital format. So it is heartening to find an Irish writer putting his considerable comic talent into prose form.
Junk Male is a very funny story of what happens when a young wife pretends to be pregnant in the hope that her husband will cast aside his condoms and actually make her so.
Misunderstandings accumulate like a motorway pile-up. This story could have been told by Terence in ancient Rome, or by Feydeau in belle époque Paris, or in Hollywood anytime since it outgrew censorship. The comedy is universal, the situation is eternal and the story will be funny as long as there are humans around who can read it – which might not be that long come to think of it - so read it quick while you still have the chance.