This is brilliant. Geoff Nicholson knows how to turn himself into a true foot-perv. The atmosphere of foot-eroticism is pretty-much perfect here. Some of these scenes are unspeakably arousing. I won't pretend there's any point to the plot, such as it is, nor the character development. What this is is fodder for those of us who understand what real love is!!
What an odd little book! As a great admirer of Nabokov's Lolita I have always sought out books rich in linguistic invention and those that deal with obsessive characters. With regard to linguistic invention I found 'I, Lucifer' by Glenn Duncan much more fun and interesting though it was no Lolita.
But this is a review of Footsucker! Regarding linguistic invention, there are some funny passages and well worded sections. There is an attempt at an encyclopaedic treatment of the subject but this is somewhat hit and miss.
Where the book scores is in the tone of the narrator. He is unapologetic regarding his somewhat unusual obsession. He is nonplussed that anyone should find him sick though he certainly understands why many people would find him odd. His affair with the book's sole female character of note is amusing. Most of the book is written in a light and ironic tone and as previous reviewers have noted the narrator is a likable character.
The book loses ground in the excursion into crime and murder. Perhaps Nicholson had in mind the tangle-tango between Quilty and Humbert Humbert in Lolita? If so the present falls well below such heights. There is some compensation in a truly nasty detective but this part of the plot does not really come off.
I read this book in Uni originally, and bought it again recently (second hand) to re-read. It's a real eye opener, a compelling and entertaining read - you'll never look at shoes the same way again. In the era of Shade of Grey they really should reissue this book to the now eager audience looking for their next fetish-based read!