‘Call no man happy until he’s dead’, as the old Chinese proverb goes.
“Former GP now MP, I thought I was enjoying middle age. But nothing in a life anaesthetized by success, wealth and contentment has prepared me for my encounter with Ann Barton. Femme fatale, innocent catalyst for disaster or instrument of pure evil, she wrenches me into hyper-consciousness with a lethal dose of my own, hitherto hidden, frenziedly addictive medicine.”
In a brutal first person voice, Josephine Hart describes not so much a relationship as a head-on collision. Her style is deceptively simple and yet her text is laced with disturbing observations and penetrating insights.