The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley

A novel brimming with passion, humor, poetry and wisdom that only comes from the Emerald Isle...

Jeremy Massey

Published by Riverhead Books in Paperback (£16.99) on 07-08-2015

“Highly readable and entertaining… the novel benefits especially from Massey’s mostly restrained, deadpan Irish sense of humor.”

Kirkus Reviews

“This is what we call ‘a nightstand book’ at our house: It will joyfully make its way from my nightstand to my husband’s. The gifted Jeremy Massey has created a complex, fascinating and hilarious Irishman in Paddy Buckley, the delightful center of a novel brimming with passion, humor, poetry and wisdom that only comes from the Emerald Isle, where the best stories are born.”

Adriana Trigiani, author of the New York Times bestseller The Shoemaker’s Wife

“Jeremy Massey puts a fresh and intriguing spin on the Irish crime novel with the tale of an ordinary man drawn into a deadly conflict with a Dublin mob boss. The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley is both a cleverly constructed thriller and an unforgettable story of friendship, love, and loyalty. It’s sharply written, darkly comic, and full of heart.”

Harry Dolan, author of the New York Times bestseller Bad Things Happen

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The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley is a heartfelt, uproariously funny debut novel that quite literally straddles the threshold between life and death. By turns a thriller, a love story, and a black comedy, the novel takes us inside the life of an Irish undertaker during the final fateful days of his own life.

Paddy Buckley is a grieving widower who has worked for years for Gallagher’s, a highly regarded funeral home in Dublin. One night as he drives home exhausted from a visit with a client, Paddy accidentally hits a pedestrian crossing the street. He pulls over and gets out of his car, intending to do the right thing. As he bends over to help the man, he recognizes him. It’s Donal Cullen, brother of Vincent Cullen, the most notorious and feared mobster in Dublin. And he’s dead. Shocked and terrified, Paddy jumps back in his car and drives away before anyone notices what’s happened. But the next morning, Paddy finds himself wading into a murky eddy of intrigue, deceit, and hilarity. The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley is as profound, soulful, and contemplative as it is dark and bracingly funny.

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Jeremy Massey is a third-generation undertaker who worked with his father for many years at the family firm in Dublin. A screenwriter by training, Massey has lived in London and Los Angeles. He currently lives with his wife and three children in Australia.

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