"Billie Raitliffe is dying of a wasting disease in a grand house that is falling apart-like she is. Her second husband Lou, on his last day as a manager at the nuclear plant, leaves her a note saying he can't take it anymore. Billie gets her son Dexter, known fittingly as Hex (everything he touches goes wrong) to come out from New York. Then she asks him to help her to die...The extraordinary thing about this dense, compelling novel is Moody's technical control...you have to admire the fertility of his imagination, the artistic skill he deploys to sculpt something so gargantuan out of such little, lost lives."
PETER BUCKMAN, Sunday Telegraph
