In Here are the Young Men (2014), Rob Doyle’s debut novel, a drug dealer called Scag, a drunk teenager and two Scandinavian backpackers are sitting in a Dublin pub discussing Knut Hamsun. ‘Do yis know him?’ asks the drug dealer.
‘He wrote Hunger. It’s a book about my life story; this lad comes to a foreign city and does fuck all, and he has no money and goes round the bend a bit. It’s a great book.’
Here are the Young Men is about how young men abandon their lives, stitching all-night benders into panic attacks, getting addicted to drugs and grief. In that novel and his subsequent story collection, This is the Ritual, Doyle outlines a world of mental terror, where sex is traumatic, pornography more so and literature arguably worse than both.