The Third Policeman
by Flann O'Brien
What’s it about?
It’s about a man wandering around a rural Irish community after a murder.
Why is everything so weird?
Written in 1940, it’s a surreal satire of Irish social and political attitudes, and also, for some reason, of the then-fresh field of quantum mechanics. These things are all pretty weird already, so why not kick it up a notch?Â
So it’s a comedy?Â
Well, no. It’s an almost Heideggerian examination of being and time as a man walks through the halls of his own conscience. The gloomy despair is all-pervasive but if you’ve read Game of Thrones and you can’t handle a bit of gloomy despair then you should present yourself to relevant authorities at first light. Â
So it’s serious?
Well, no. It’s very silly. There is a policeman who’s turning into a bicycle. There’s a scientist and philosopher who lives exclusively in ever-expanding footnotes called De Selby who is, and this is being charitable, very wrong about literally everything. It’s some of the funniest stuff you will ever read.
What should I say to make people think I’ve read it?
“De Selby is my new and permanent favourite philosopher.”
What should I avoid saying when trying to convince people I’ve read it?
“Alcoholism is the key to these Irish writers.”
Should I actually read it?
Definitely. It’s funny and sad and deeply odd and everything in between. And short. You’ll have it read in a few days.Â
















