THERE’S a bitter-sweet poignancy to David F Ross’ debut novel, The Last Days of Disco.
Fat Franny Duncan is on top of the world. He is the undoubted King of the local Mobile Disco scene, controlling and ruling the competition with an iron fist. From birthdays to barn dances, Franny is the man to call. He has even played My Boy Lollipop at a funeral and got away with it.
But the future is uncertain. A new partnership is coming and is threatening to destroy the big man’s Empire...
Set in the lead up to the start of the Falklands War, The Last Days of Disco tells the story of the Cassidy family through the eyes of their youngest son Bobby, who has a dream... he wants to be a DJ, with his own mobile disco.
As he embarks on his chosen career with school mate Joey, he treads on the toes of the local gangster.
Ross perfectly plays the nostalgia card through the music and TV shows of the day, transporting readers back to the decade that, arguably, set the UK on the destructive political path it follows even now.
By turn hilarious and heart-breaking, more than anything Ross creates beautifully rounded characters full of humanity and perhaps most of all, hope. It will make you laugh. It will make you cry. It’s rude, keenly observed and candidly down to earth.
You should read this, especially if you were 18 as the Falklands Conflict developed and recall the fear those call up papers might be dispatched at any moment.
The Last Days Of Disco by David F Ross is published by Orenda Books, £8.99