Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player 4 by Patrick Darcy ~ Review by Lirtle Grafton

Irish rugby players and the possibility of revealing confessions? I’m in!confessions rugby cover 1 (191x300)

Title: Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player 4

Author:Patrick Darcy

Publisher: Wilde City Press

My Rating: 3 of 5 stars <<< but I really have no idear how to rate this – dern numbers anyway.

From the Publisher:

It’s one thing to go on a wild, crazy, sexy rugby tournament… But with a boyfriend? Good thing that boyfriend is a good sub, ready to please his jock top! I guess it’s true that the guys that dominate on the pitch, can dominate in the bedroom!

 

My View

Let me start out by saying that you’ll want to have some humor in your heart as you read this review. To be cheeky is necessary. Ready? Ok here we go…

I’m going to highlight several things about this story, some with which I had an issue and some I did not. Hopefully all of this will help you decide if this is a book you’d like to add to your list.

So, Connor, what’s it like to be the star of this story? If he was able to answer, he’d probably tell you it was fantastic and he’s worthy of such intensely concentrated attention. His current… ‘love’ interest, Oisin, would probably agree, while at the same time bringing Connor food or a drink or something.

Connor is cocky, snarky and serious about his rugby, the team and taking any opportunity he can to use the word ‘hole’, in any context.

I wouldn’t classify this as a romance. It’s basically bang-bang sex. Well, for Connor it is. Oisin? Not so much. He gets to bang, but only in the first half of said bang-bang. Otherwise, he’s made to wait.

This related point is something that didn’t sit right with me, at least based on my interpretation of it: interchangeability. Interchangeability exhibited in the portrayal of submissive = bottom and dom = top.

I’m no expert (not being facetious), but that just doesn’t wash. Just because you, Connor, call someone, Oisin, a slave and don’t let him cum until you feel like letting him loose once you’ve had your fill of everything else, this doesn’t a BDSM relationship make. There’s a particular line that undermines the entire portrayal of this as a BDSM relationship. I’ll let you discover it for yourself.

These are definitely Irish rugby players, who’ve made it to the tournament taking place in England. Words like arse, bai, jaezus and the like are sprinkled throughout the dialogue. I love this. I love Ireland, I love going there. I love the people, who have always been kind, helpful and ready to share a story over a pint and an open-faced sammy. This is one of the reasons I really wanted to love this book.

The word “Confessions” in the title should be taken to heart. This is written in the first person (Connor, of course!) and reads like a diary: it is all Connor, all the time, sometimes repetitious and is voiced by someone speaking without a filter. An example: the three-letter and six-letter versions of a specific term are used liberally during the first half of this story. You clue is that some Brits use the three-letter version as another term for a ciggy. To put this a different way, if you enjoy the world of Archie Bunker, you’ll love being in Connor’s. Or, if you’re of the younger crowd, Dave Chapelle would be getting a run for his money. That dual feeling of, holy crap I think this may be funny as hell, and at the same time thinking he/she/I/we/you should not be saying this stuff. If you’re easily offended, this isn’t a book for you. If you like to be the envelope getting pushed, give it a try.

A porno sitcom is the best I’ve been able to come up with as a way to try and describe this book in just two words. You know, if someone were to make me.

About half way through, we get into a lot of rugby talk as matches, activities surrounding matches and plays on the pitch are all described in great detail. If you love rugby, wow, are you going to love this part of the book.

However, it’s at about this same point that I read a sentence that stopped me in my tracks and almost made me stop reading. Even with my knowledge of the abuse scandal within the Catholic church in Ireland (and here in the US and elsewhere), my initial reaction was “what the hell?” and I shook my head rapidly, as if trying to repel the shock. My second reaction was a result of having this knowledge and therefore I’m pretty sure I understood the intention and the context. If you aren’t one who is knowledgeable of this subject, of its scope? It sounds extremely flippant towards an issue about which flippancy is one hundred percent unacceptable. This was the most glaring example of the dueling natures of this book. Hints of sweetness tucked in amongst the unabashed language, which is then punctuated by these seeming throwaway lines about subjects that should not at all be dealt with as such.

I will say this about this book, it made me think about some issues I did not at all expect to ponder while reading it.

The writing is ok, with an unmistakable point of view, if a bit schizophrenic. There are some issues with missing words or extra, likely unintentional words. The repetition of phrases, activities, including sex, hindered what little story there is here from going very far. There are also a lot of character names of which to try and keep track. I definitely felt like I had parachuted down into someone’s life and a final exam on knowing them all was happening rightnowrightnowrightnow!

This feels like it is meant for a very specific audience, particularly regarding the language and sports-heavy focus. If I had known more ahead of time about the tone of this book, I would have floated the idea of a co-review. I’d be curious to experience a co-read, the possible variations on interpretation of this book with a fellow reader and reviewer.

I really wanted to love this book about Irish guys who love to play sports in and from a country and about its people I equally adore. The author is Irish, from Dublin, a rugby player and is well-traveled according to the mini-bio at the end of the book. I hope he keeps writing and keeps working and maybe we’ll get an adventure that doesn’t feel so scattershot.

So, to summarize: if you are obsessive about rugby, so much so that inconsistencies float by in your blind spot, and you aren’t easily offended, this may be your next read. Also, if you’ve read the first three in this series and enjoyed them, then you will probably enjoy this one. I have not read those and maybe that altered my experience, as well.

Note: I truly had no idea what rating to give this book. Hence, the rating it received. Like I said… cheeky.

Buy Links:

Wilde City Press
Amazon

I would like to thank Wilde City Press for providing me with the eARC of this title in exchange for my honest opinion.

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