On Wall Street, reflects Cath, women are about as welcome as fleas in a sleeping bag. Funny, liberal and left-leaning, she is an unlikely candidate to be writing speeches on derivatives in a cubicle in a Manhattan tower, "putting words in the mouths of plutocrats deeply suspicious of words of more than two syllables". She finds herself on Wall Street because she needs serious money - after ten good years, her beloved older husband Bailey is suffering from Alzheimer's.
So begins Cath's journey into two nightmare worlds. By day she deals with the topsy-turvy logic and ingrown personalities at work in high finance, by night she has to watch the slow disintegration of the man she loves . . .
A confrontational novel about mortality and morality.
