DEATH IN BRUNSWICK

'No kitchen hand, no pills, bugger all food and seventy meals to cook! ... Why do I work in this shithouse?'

Carl is an ageing drop-out, struggling hopelessly to maintain his dignity in a seedy environment. Recoiling from brutality and squalor, in debt to his pill supplier, besotted with a sixteen-year-old waitress, he sees no escape from poverty and shame

His ailing mother's promise of a legacy brings visions of suburban bliss, indoor plumbing and Berber carpets. But a nasty accident at the Club leaves him feeling more threatened than ever

This is a remarkable first novel, a black comedy written with style, pathos, and merciless self­parody

'From the first page you know he can write. Soon you learn that he knows what he is writing about, the tough, sad, inner-suburban young. The book is graphic and wistful, madcap and poignant; a great test of the reader's sense of humour.'