5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
I bought this book for the eldest of my grandmothers, who has always enjoyed a bit of filthy literature (they do at that age though, don't they?) Less than six pages in she was overcome with lust and then guilt, then lust again, then hysteria before finally settling back into guilt. She didn't bother reading any more. Now she just stares at the wall. There's no doubt that this is powerful writing and a landmark in the roadmap of English Literature. Nevertheless, I do think the writer should be shot in both kneecaps on live television (Sat 7pm) before having his fingernails pulled out by genetically engineered squirrels that look like 80's stand-up Jimmy Cricket.