Viva La Madness

Viva La Madness

J. J. Connolly

Language: English

Pages: 331

ISBN: 0715641387

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


J. J. Connolly the favorite voice of London gangster fiction returns with a tour de force: the Get Carter of the noughties, Layer Cake has also been made into a highly-praised film by Matthew Vaughn, starring Daniel Craig and Sienna Miller (it's also the most shoplifted book in England). Now Connolly is back with a sequel that sees him on the same stunning form, with his trademark razor-sharp dialogue and quick-fire violence, but also finding dark humor and pathos in the lives of violent men. From the London underworld, Viva la Madness moves to international crime with trans-Atlantic drug deals, money laundering, and high-tech electronic fraud, portrayed with the same uncanny believability. The anonymous hero of Layer Cake is pulled back into the drug game before he can escape to a sunny retirement. In a dazzling combination of London low-life, Caribbean high-life, and Venezuelan drug cartels toting machine-guns in Mayfair, our hero's voice and mission are authentic, thrilling, and whiplash-inducing in equal shares.

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hearing like a bat – hear train doors open and then shut, hear the train leaving the station. Fucked. I spot a bolthole – a coffin-sized gap – room for one but snug for two. The cables flow up and over. The edges are painted with a luminous paint to make them stand out in the gloom. Some comic’s painted a skull and crossbones above. I dodge in, breathing hard. This could be good, a break – if those two don’t find a bolthole. I’m peeking around the edge. The train is approaching. Huge fucker,

assorted pounds, dollars and euros. If they ever got out of this, Bridget told him, she was going to look after his money, pay him an allowance and keep him away from the bookmakers, card schools and hard-luck stories. Yeah, I know, Ted – all this fuckin palaver over a poxy thirty million. You’re right, Bridget, so fuckin right. I was being fuckin sarcastic, Ted. Ted needed to get back in the game with new suppliers – cue Sammy Laniado – to repay the money. Ted had a comeback strategy –

grunts – we find them easy … all we need is a name … ‘That shouldn’t be a problem,’ says Miguel. ‘So when we discharge this debt you return our property?’ ‘The discharging of the debt prepares the ground,’ says Giles. ‘It’s the first part of the operation. After you discharge the debt, the property becomes our property.’ ‘Meaning what, exactly?’ asks Miguel, betraying the first sign of anxiety. ‘How can I put this?’ Giles asks himself. ‘To be precise, it becomes the property of the people I

carrying on. ‘When Bridget asks me where that two point seven four million suddenly fuckin appeared from, what the fuck am I meant to say? I don’t know, Bridget? Are they swindling me, Mort? Dunno Bridget. Well I do fuckin know and I don’t like lying.’ Morty’s eyes are alight, zeroed in on Sonny. Sonny’s stopped eating his sandwich. Roy’s observing Sonny’s rucking in a detached way until … ‘And you, Roy,’ says Morty, turning to Roy, ‘what the fuck was you thinking of, shooting people just cos

child of Papa Victor’s first marriage. Miguel patronises Raul, talks to him like he was backward. Raul is permanently hungry; he wants food bringing in, burgers and milkshakes, in spite of telling Miguel, with some pride, that he ate three dinners on the plane, in the business class – bring me three. Miguel tells Raul that they’ll be going out to dinner but Raul wants a snack to keep him going. Sonny and Roy are badgering me to decipher what Miguel and Raul are saying but Raul’s accent is as

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