Jonathon Rendell did not get ahead of the curve. He wrote a first book (despite it being his second) and not a third. Being offered £12k to write a book, with the sole condition that he use the money to gamble, and the book being based on the result, he alternates between a life history of events and his current existence. With the vulnerability of the child, he places the pieces in the jigsaw that lead us to the person who will ultimately conclude the tale. We develop a sympathy for the writer who has few redeeming features, through our understanding of the route he took. Introducing friends and characters who also sit well in this slightly malodorous lifestyle, the reader is encouraged to view them all with a distaste matched by the Publisher, who made the initial proposal. Many seem to have arrived at the same soiled point in life as the writer, (from much the same point of origin) and it is this journey, interwoven with the recurring quest for his first love, which enthralls the reader. Starting the book with a tenuous grip on life, the journey increases in pace and urgency as you rush to return to the conclusion, unsure as to whether his health or morals have enabled him to conclude the challenge. If you can ignore his apparent distaste for vwls. and insistence on abbrev. which is clearly designed to encourage haste and indicate a degenerating state of mind, and yet just irritates, Jonathon Rendell satisfies yet leaves you wanting more. Richly comic, bleak and suprisingly touching, I can genuinely recommend this as a fine read.