Book 127 - "Dead Babies" by Martin Amis
Wednesday, December 28th, 2005 09:15![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittiwakeWell, we're sorry about it, Keith, of course, but we're afraid that you simply had to be that way. Nothing personal, please understand - merely in order to serve the designs of this particular fiction. In fact, things get much, much worse for you later on, so appallingly bad that you'll yearn to be back at the Institute, or even in Parky Street, Wimbledon, with that family you so loathe. It's all too far advanced for us to intercede on your behalf. Tolerate it. You'll turn out all right in the end. Now go and lie on your bunk.
A satire on the 1970s, with the love, peace and getting high of the 1960s souring into drug-addled perversion and violence during a weekend house party. Of the six inhabitants of Appleseed Rectory, five are students at London University and one is the editor of the university newspaper and they are an unpleasant, disfunctional household, at least two of whom have severe psychological problems. Four guests are expected for the weekend, a prostitute who is the ex-girlfriend of two of the household, and three strange Americans who act as catalysts for the catastrophe that envelops them all.
Did I like it? Not really, but it was hypnotic - like watching a car crash unfold in slow motion!
NB: No babies were hurt during the making of this book. The 'dead babies' of the title is a slang term seeming to mean something like 'old hat', but with a more vicious edge to it.
A satire on the 1970s, with the love, peace and getting high of the 1960s souring into drug-addled perversion and violence during a weekend house party. Of the six inhabitants of Appleseed Rectory, five are students at London University and one is the editor of the university newspaper and they are an unpleasant, disfunctional household, at least two of whom have severe psychological problems. Four guests are expected for the weekend, a prostitute who is the ex-girlfriend of two of the household, and three strange Americans who act as catalysts for the catastrophe that envelops them all.
Did I like it? Not really, but it was hypnotic - like watching a car crash unfold in slow motion!
NB: No babies were hurt during the making of this book. The 'dead babies' of the title is a slang term seeming to mean something like 'old hat', but with a more vicious edge to it.
