It's the final part of our rollicking, fun-packed romp through that rollicking, fun-packed romp: Iain Banks' The Wasp Factory! This week, featuring the great questions of life: where do we draw our most fundamental identity from? How much influence do parents have over what we do with our lives? And what exactly is Chekhov's sheep? As always, get in touch with us - firstname.lastname@example.org, @sharkliveroil - to let us know whether this is a masterpiece, a disasterpiece, or a meh-sterpiece.
Join us if you dare as we continue our journey through the hellish nightmare that is our latest book. There’s a drunken night out, two more kids get offed, Eric burns a dog and Frank considers doing unspeakable things to an old lady by way of a fridge freezer. It can only be the knockabout fun fest that is the Wasp Factory! We’ll be reviewing it next week, send your own reviews into us at email@example.com or find us on twitter @sharkliveroil
It's time for a trademark Shark Liver Oil screeching direction-change - this week we've gone for the impressive, compelling and (let's be honest) stomach-turning debut from Iain Banks, The Wasp Factory. That title, if you hadn't guessed, is ironic; there's less innocence here than in Hercule Poirot's drawing-room. This week, we're introduced to Frank (weird), Frank's Dad (very very precisely weird), and Frank's brother Eric (eating candles and smashing up phoneboxes; possibly the weirdest although that's a fierce contest). They live on top of a bomb, one of them technically doesn't exist, and they seem to agree that no-one could eat a family-size bag of crisps to themselves - we're through the looking-glass here, and we haven't even approached the top ten oddest things in this book yet. As always, get your thoughts, opinions and angry rants in to firstname.lastname@example.org, or on Twitter @sharkliveroil.