Okay, so I can’t say I always pick winners, and admittedly read some really odd stuff, but British writer Jonny Glynn’s The Seven Days of Peter Crumb has got to take the cake for the weirdest book I own. Definitely bizarre, disturbing, and horrifically graphic, Glynn tells the tale of a bereaved father descending into psychotic hell and taking unsuspecting citizens of London with him in a week of terror told with the blackest of humour and in very graphic detail. This is not a book for the faint of heart.
That being said, I did enjoy it. There are moments of such abject humanity, that you can’t help being drawn in. Peter Crumb has lost his five-year-old daughter in a most horrific crime. His marriage and life have fallen apart, and he now lives in a basement flat dealing with a splintered psychosis. The story is told from Crumb’s perspective, and so you witness first-hand that psychosis, the movement between rational and irrational thought and action, and Crumb’s splintered personality becomes a separate character, alive and breathing, at turns lurking in dark corners and overtaking Crumb’s body. Fascinating stuff.
Till next time, happy reading.
L J
| TBR = 7 | WPL = 16 |
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