A novel without plot about a murder rising from the emptiness that
is words. David McLean's first novel demonstrates that the form is
neither dead nor the exclusive province of literary establishment
windbags. "A very nasty book. The repetition, rather than
diminishing the effect, served rather to hammer home the innate
nastiness and bleakness until it rang like a heavenly bell." (David
Mitchell - author)
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