Bodies and their parts, strange behaviour and corporate euphemisms, canker, corruption, sex and transplants . . .
Has Gary Kelp lost the plot?
His father is dead, his girlfriend's fed up, his back aches and management is carving up the workforce around him. His head is full of the medical text he's updating and it's getting harder to know what's coming out of his mouth next.
Something is seriously wrong.
Laughter might be the best medicine, but sometimes a drink is just what the doctor ordered.
Raw, funny, odd, new - David Snell's voice is unique. Dry humour and melancholy mark his first novel as an arresting contemplation on work, loss and the nature of illness.
