Irish writer Alan Kelly's Let Me Die A Woman is:
An exploitation fairy story.
A cinematic tale of revenge.
A rites of passage fable.
A karate kicking, high kicking, bovver boot kicking, sci-fi, horror, action movie cocktail of everything in the entire world - except the kitchen sink because kitchen sinks are far too drab and have no place HERE!
Can you imagine if Angela Carter's The Company Of Wolves was adapted for the screen by John Carpenter and directed by John Waters and THEN turned into a novelisation by Christa Faust? No, neither can I and it probably wouldn't be anything like this lurid, vivid assault on the senses either but if you like the idea of THAT then Mr Kelly's splendid debut is the book for you.
Let Me Die A Woman is another blisteringly brilliant and beautifully designed mini -novel brought to you by those mad mavericks at PULP PRESS.