The Fake's Egress

‘Laissez les bons temps rouler!’ You don’t have to speak French to join in the party. The Irish economy has taken off. Every Tom, Dick and Harriet is clambering onto the bandwagon, singing along with gusto. Not Sebastian Conyers. Jilted and jobless, he stares out at the sullen Atlantic, his future as bleak as the landscape. And then it comes to him, the way things do in the west of Ireland: retailing. Before you can say Gombeen man, Rhopos (‘Quality without pretentiousness’) opens for business in Rathboffin. The former academic and incorrigible philanderer is now a purveyor of fine wines and a budding art advisor. His every penny is invested in the venture. If the Celtic Tiger runs out of steam, he’ll be up the Swanee. But this is the land of milk and honey, of newly minted millionaires, of bling and blarney. What can possibly go awry? The Fake’s Egress is the sequel to The Fake’s Regress