For Anne Nielson, London is fast turning from dream city to nightmare. Almost unawares she is sucked into an underworld hell-hole of suburban sleaze merchants, degenerate drug dealers and sadistic 'entertainments' held by chic decadents with prestigious addresses. But this is nothing compared with meeting the monster, who festers at the centre of his own twisted, but highly lucid, dream. He is the immortal life-taker, the creator, the destroyer, the manipulator of all that Anne experiences. Dream piles on dream, in an acid-house freak show.
Low life gets no lower.
It stays, seeping through the pages' Sunday Times 'The author enjoys himself aiming witty barbs at thinly disguised cultural icons, and dissects the Me Decade with unhealthy relish. Any Original Material Author All rights reserved.