Let Me Die A Woman by Alan Kelly

Let Me Die A Woman by Alan Kelly

Irish writer Alan Kelly's Let Me Die A Woman is:

An exploitation fairy story.

A cinematic tale of revenge.

A rites of passage fable.

A karate kicking, high kicking, bovver boot kicking, sci-fi, horror, action movie cocktail of everything in the entire world - except the kitchen sink because kitchen sinks are far too drab and have no place HERE!

Can you imagine if Angela Carter's The Company Of Wolves was adapted for the screen by John Carpenter and directed by John Waters and THEN turned into a novelisation by Christa Faust? No, neither can I and it probably wouldn't be anything like this lurid, vivid assault on the senses either but if you like the idea of THAT then Mr Kelly's splendid debut is the book for you.

Let Me Die A Woman is another blisteringly brilliant and beautifully designed mini -novel brought to you by those mad mavericks at PULP PRESS. 

Short Sharp Interview -Alan Kelly

PDB:Ireland has a legendary literary heritage. Is it true that the betting slips in Ireland read like Beckett and the sick notes that the doctor's give you are in the form of a haiku?

AK: You know, I’ve never been to a betting shop but can see why someone would be led to believe those slips read like Becket. All those hairy, alcohol dependent men placing bets in a Nietzschean cycle of Waiting For Godot like sheer hopelessness serves as a pretty good allegory for gambling in general. Don’t’cha think? In answer to the latter half of your question. I really couldn’t say, I always forged my own doctor’s notes!

PDB:Who would you like to direct the film of your book LET ME DIE A WOMAN?

AK: It would have to be collaboration between Sam Raimi and Heidi Martinuzzi – Tim Burton is too overly cute for my liking and Quentin Tarantino just a tad too nihilistic. But if anyone wants to throw BIG BUCKS my way for the film rights, well I have no qualms about selling my soul to Satan and throwing in a few sexual favours along the way – I’m talking to you Eli Roth – what’s up pussycat, meow!

Q3: Which song would you like played at your funeral?

AK: Oh that’s an easy one – I’m So Beautiful by John Water’s muse and diva Divine! Though with my luck my family will play something by Take That!!! I’d be furious, a furious screaming bag of ashes, but FURIOUS nevertheless.

Q4: Steven King, The Queen Is Dead or The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air?

AK: I couldn’t possibly make eye-contact with Steven King during intercourse but The Fresh Prince could spank me anytime he LIKED! I’m sure he could fit me right into his, err, schedule…I’m quite thin!

Q5: Are you a country bumpkin or a city Slicker?

AK: I’m serious, ridiculous, overblown, pretentious and warped. The locals are planning on burning me at the stake this Friday. My mother’s leading the charge! Definitely not a country bumpkin but my mama resembles a pumpkin. Look you have me coming up with haikus now Paul!

Q6: What's the best pub in Ireland ?

AK: PANTIBAR, PANTIBAR AND PANTIBAR. Ambient, gorgeous bartenders, great music, delicious cocktails, good company, gorgeous bartenders…Oh Did I say that already? PANTIBAR is the place to be!