I agree.
David Prescott, the kitchen floor shítter, smoked a pipe. What a ****.
Aye. It conjured images which I cannot now un-see
It did become rather weighed down by the need to add an unexpected dramatic twist to even the most peripheral sub-plot. I think the author had the last laugh though by managing to fashion, after so much dante-esque horror, something approaching a happy ending :hehe:
Hmmm. Not being a Swede, I'm not sure I could muster the requisite levels of gory perversion, h. That said, I do like the idea of you - who have offered people the most baroque sado-sexual tortures on here over the years - getting all queasy over a book. :hehe:
You're a sensitive wee flower underneath it all, h, aren't you? ;-)