Lesbians are like that because they're fat.
As a playwright, translator, screenwriter, philosopher even, he has tackled subjects as diverse as utopias, quantum physics and the machinations of broadcasting. Now with his ninth novel, Headlong , he makes a smart and funny move into art history. Martin Clay and his wife, Kate, retire to their country cottage to write respective books on art. They are surprised but accept and find themselves that evening at Churt's decrepit mansion making small talk over drinks. In a freezing breakfast room, Martin glances over them and slowly realises that one of the paintings is by none other than Bruegel.