Time for another book.
I’ve just finished reading one, but – whilst quite readable – Chosen by Lesley Glaister contained virtually nothing that made me sit up in the bath and start reading aloud to myself. So there wasn’t really much to write about. Which was a bit of a pity, really … because it had a lot to do with a fictitious cult, and I’d have liked to have got stuck into some of that.
Now Ewan Morrison’s Ménage is much more to my taste. Once I get a bit further into it, I’ll have a better idea how to treat it.
“Ménage begins with Owen, a sometime art-critic, watching an 18-year-old American student frig herself on a webcam while he wears the used “pink frilly girlie panties” she has FedExed him and cogitates.” (Matt Thorne)
Morrison, Ewan. 2009. Ménage. London: Jonathan Cape