Published - August 1977
Harry has everything a man could wish for. Good looks, nice house, loving wife, well-paid job. But for Harry, it's not enough. He wants more. Much more. And his hobbies are accelerating fast. Lunchtime affairs, robbery, fraud. Now murder...
Selby Jnr's third book plumbs the underbelly of human discontent, and explores a scenario where the side effects of material wealth are beyond abhorrent. Prepare to be lead to a dark hole where values have shifted, and man has become a bored and dangerous animal on the prowl through the city for ever more murderous thrills.
This is a disturbing study into the human condition, a modern-day parable of one man's descent into the madness of his own private hell. The prose is breathtaking. Fast to the point of panic-stricken. Selby pulls you by the scruff of the neck into this nightmare ride as menacingly as a pack of deranged street-robbers working through a pre-Giuliani subway train, frisking your senses with a sharp switchblade.
Harry has everything a man could wish for. Good looks, nice house, loving wife, well-paid job. But for Harry, it's not enough. He wants more. Much more. And his hobbies are accelerating fast. Lunchtime affairs, robbery, fraud. Now murder...
Selby Jnr's third book plumbs the underbelly of human discontent, and explores a scenario where the side effects of material wealth are beyond abhorrent. Prepare to be lead to a dark hole where values have shifted, and man has become a bored and dangerous animal on the prowl through the city for ever more murderous thrills.
This is a disturbing study into the human condition, a modern-day parable of one man's descent into the madness of his own private hell. The prose is breathtaking. Fast to the point of panic-stricken. Selby pulls you by the scruff of the neck into this nightmare ride as menacingly as a pack of deranged street-robbers working through a pre-Giuliani subway train, frisking your senses with a sharp switchblade.
