The debut Novella from one of contemporary fiction\'s most exciting young voices, now in a new edition.
I\'ll dunk my skull into a barrel of gin..
Like a good priest I\'ll pat their heads and nod. .: the entire world one by one. .
All of them .
They\'ll see this inanition and be so damned they\'ll fall to my feet and pass up hot cross buns slathered in fresh butter and beg I forgive them.
And they\'ve just left me down here to starve. . .
They said I\'ve done something wrong? .
A-sail on the high seas of literary tradition, Ottessa Moshfegh gives us a nasty heartless blackguard on a knife-sharp voyage through the fogs of recollection.
Intolerable memory accompanies sobriety.
That man may have been his best friend.
Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientation--he may have killed a man.
The debut Novella from one of contemporary fiction\'s most exciting young voices, now in a new edition