Mr S and the Secrets of Andorra's Box
Shortlisted for the 2009 Irish Book Award for Popular Fiction
Like most 26-year-old South Dubliners who’ve never worked a day in their lives, I woke up one afternoon and decided I needed to, like, find myself? Which is what I did – high in the Pyrenees, in a land where skobies go to ski, with nothing but a ragtag rugby team, a six-figure tax-free salary and a shrink with the major hots for me. Of course, I was too busy trying to get her bra off to hear the avalanche warning.
"Howard has a flawless ear for the verbal self-betrayals of our prosperous middle class… This is more than an extraordinary comic gift… All the satisfactions of a fine comic novel: a certain cosiness, some great gags, and the sense of an accurate moral compass steadily at work behind the scenes."
"Scathing satire... The funniest Ross book so far."
"No other man has been able to hold a mirror up to Dubliners, make them take a good look at themselves, and love what they see… In years to come, when we have a new Celtic mammal roaring, we can look back at Ross, show him to our children and say, 'That's how we did it then.'"