A strange short novel about family bereavement. Emotionally complex and packed with word play, but don't be put off - it's both powerful and unforgettable. One of those books that you need to dive back into as soon as you get to the last page. Watch out - the end comes upon you unsuspectingly.
No cinema, mental or mainstreet, could capture it, the jostling soundless shopping centre crowds, the lentic swamp, the shattering lens. What he is trying to make out has slowed down to something grinding but imageless, weightless as the noiseless rip of a detached retina. And at the same time, in this life-ending slowness, this being a mollusc under someone's descending shoe, he finds himself walking into a clothes store with a MASSIVE UNBEATABLE SUMMER SALE. Disturbed by his own calmness and foresight, he buys a pair of black trousers and a lightweight black raincoat he can wear to the funeral.