Christo, the narrator of Petit's first novel, is a sad sap who works in some corner of the Soho film world. Easily drawn into the mind-games of others, his principal mentor/tormentor becomes the mysterious Robinson, a man whose context is the woozy world of West End drinking dives and porn movies. Gradually and relentlessly Christo's world dissolves in a miasma of degeneracy, and what began like a musty kitchen-sink novel ends as a snuff movie.
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