Never heard of Ripley Bogle; I'll keep that one in mind.
Me neither. Came upon it by chance. And I'm glad I did. Best read I've had in ages. Hilarious and very sad, harshly realistic and wonderfully surreal. Propelled forward by the most wonderful language - extremely pretentious and down to earth at the same time.
The New York Times says it better than me: " The shadow of ''Ulysses'' looms large throughout the novel, since Bogle's wisecracking ramblings around London over the course of a long weekend draw a clear parallel to Bloom's wanderings through Dublin, almost to the point of parody. Nevertheless, a better touchstone for ''Ripley Bogle'' might be ''A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,'' since Ripley Bogle is certainly as cocksure as Stephen Dedalus.
An enthusiastic wordmonger -- Bogle favors compound words and coins at least one neologism per page -- Wilson makes a run at ''Finnegans Wake'' as well. But where decades of critical analysis may have left Joyce's prose feeling a little bloodless in the memories of some readers, Wilson's novel does not lack for energy or, thanks to Bogle's hometown, blood. "
Wilson has only written three book (Ripley is from 1989) but I will seek them out.
Now starting J. P. Donleavy's The Ginger Man. Only a few chapters in but seems very good so far.