Set in a not too distant future where everything is much the same apart from the smell- o- vision televisions and video phones Boxy An Star is a delight - touchy, witty and above all, innovative, stretching and reinventing the English language and creating a completely believable and sympathetic world. Narrated by Thomas Boler (Bole - whose ( mother was a 'funny lady' ) Boxy an Star gives a voice to the underclass that Bole and his girlfriend Star belong to, the latest in a long line of pill heads too young and too addled by pills to go to work or do anything remotely normal. Bole and Star wander around in a daze only needing each other, pills, and detailed written instructions on how to get up in the morning because the pills' take the rememberin away'. Kings use of language is a joyfully deranged mix of imagination, ad-speak, truthfulness, cockney, and anything else you care to mention : "Me sitttin on a wall outside a shop what is full up of birds muckin about an showin off an staying dry all day they are confident aint they it is a birds clothes shop it is called Miss Selfish" King's enjoyment really shines through, and makes the novel a delight to read, but it is Bole's perceptions of society and people that gives the novel its edge - Bole's distrust of business men, the police (Detestable Inspector Boyrape pops up at one point and one exchange runs thus :" 'Do you want to come to the nick, Stacy? ' 'No' says Star 'It is full of c***s. I have remembered' ") all ring profoundly true . In an 'ever changin unfair world' it is left to Bole to see things and people how they really are - "She don't like me Star's mum dont. Reckons I am a trash junky. I reckon she is too. Jus gets em from the doctor not from Boxy" This novel is a touching but unsentimental love story, a comment on society and an insight into a believable vision of the future. But above all, this novel is witty, unexpected and a pure joy to read.