Welcome to South London, to one of the nicest streets in one of the country's vilest boroughs. For the residents of Lark Grove, events collide like cars on a fogbound motorway. There's Anna, a butter-side-up sort of woman; Anna's neighbor Jo, the kind of woman who can ask for a pound of sausages without the butcher smirking; their sons and daughters--"Nancyboy" Jed, sniveling Henry, prepubescent Uberbitch Georgina--and Jo's husband, Nigel, a terrible one for casual sex. Jenny Eclair's cautionary debut novel skillfully dissects the perils of modern urban living.
'This comedienne has always been a novelist-in-waiting ... Eclair's modern cautionary tale has the same bittersweet wit that shapes her stand-up set, but there's nothing remotely funny about its dark conclusion' Guardian