Halfway through this, at present. There’s something about Bruce’s writing that I always seem to forget, between novels: that he really does write the most loathesome, appallingly repellent protagonists in contemporary popular fiction, and somehow gets away with it. There’s no reason why I should be remotely interested in whether or not Vera and Radmila live — hell, I should be rooting for natural disasters to pancake the crazy horrible sows and everyone they know, there is literally not one decent person to be seen in this book so far — but yet I’m still reading. That takes some skill.
::currently reading: THE CARYATIDS
Published in brainjuice