Transit, in their own words:
Sal: "I guess it's about surrendering to your man. I was waiting on a saviour, you know, like in the books you read as a kid."
Ed: "It's about me killing the bitch and no, I don't feel any remorse. Why? Because Sal, the XXXX, was still screwing her ex. And it's about me going to get him too."
Rob: "What turns me on? The smell of sex. Sal? She was an entirely different kettle of fish."
Fischer: "One night I see Angel beaten close to death and think, my kind of lady."
Angel: "What's it about? I dunno, love sex revenge, the usual."
Author: "No-one was actually killed, mutilated or tortured during the making of this book, though I thought about it a lot. (And before you ask, sure it's all about me me me.)"
Publisher: "Transit is a road novel of the heart. Trying to cross London for St Valentine's Day vengeance, Ed and his trusty Angel pass through the city's strange emotional twilight, full of bizarrely recognisable characters and all-too recognisable transport failures.
'Lana Citron is one of the most refreshing chroniclers of love writing today, and 'Transit' - illustrated by Ed's own photographs of the journey - is her most exciting novel yet."
