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Author: Daniel O'Connor
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 320
'A dark and funny exploration of the fears and anxieties embedded in domestic suburban life' Big Issue 'Bringing to mind Flann O'Brien or Charlie Kaufman. You find yourself at the mercy of your craving for the next page. O'Connor's debut novel has knocked the ball out of the park' Buzz 'O'Connor's addled language adds to the delirious impression of a man untethered from reality. Quite where that leaves the reader is all part of the fun' Daily Mail It come out of nowhere - said the woman who found Michael, knocked into a coma by a rogue golf ball. He remembers nothing of the life he wakes up to. And there is something he can tell no one: that he can imagine things out of existence. That he only has to imagine a brick and it vanishes, that he only has to picture the catastrophes threatening his children and they are safe. As Michael's hold on reality loosens, his sense of self and the world around him starts to fray at the edges, teetering on the brink of nothingness.
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 320
'A dark and funny exploration of the fears and anxieties embedded in domestic suburban life' Big Issue 'Bringing to mind Flann O'Brien or Charlie Kaufman. You find yourself at the mercy of your craving for the next page. O'Connor's debut novel has knocked the ball out of the park' Buzz 'O'Connor's addled language adds to the delirious impression of a man untethered from reality. Quite where that leaves the reader is all part of the fun' Daily Mail It come out of nowhere - said the woman who found Michael, knocked into a coma by a rogue golf ball. He remembers nothing of the life he wakes up to. And there is something he can tell no one: that he can imagine things out of existence. That he only has to imagine a brick and it vanishes, that he only has to picture the catastrophes threatening his children and they are safe. As Michael's hold on reality loosens, his sense of self and the world around him starts to fray at the edges, teetering on the brink of nothingness.
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Author: Daniel O'Connor
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 320
'A dark and funny exploration of the fears and anxieties embedded in domestic suburban life' Big Issue 'Bringing to mind Flann O'Brien or Charlie Kaufman. You find yourself at the mercy of your craving for the next page. O'Connor's debut novel has knocked the ball out of the park' Buzz 'O'Connor's addled language adds to the delirious impression of a man untethered from reality. Quite where that leaves the reader is all part of the fun' Daily Mail It come out of nowhere - said the woman who found Michael, knocked into a coma by a rogue golf ball. He remembers nothing of the life he wakes up to. And there is something he can tell no one: that he can imagine things out of existence. That he only has to imagine a brick and it vanishes, that he only has to picture the catastrophes threatening his children and they are safe. As Michael's hold on reality loosens, his sense of self and the world around him starts to fray at the edges, teetering on the brink of nothingness.
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 320
'A dark and funny exploration of the fears and anxieties embedded in domestic suburban life' Big Issue 'Bringing to mind Flann O'Brien or Charlie Kaufman. You find yourself at the mercy of your craving for the next page. O'Connor's debut novel has knocked the ball out of the park' Buzz 'O'Connor's addled language adds to the delirious impression of a man untethered from reality. Quite where that leaves the reader is all part of the fun' Daily Mail It come out of nowhere - said the woman who found Michael, knocked into a coma by a rogue golf ball. He remembers nothing of the life he wakes up to. And there is something he can tell no one: that he can imagine things out of existence. That he only has to imagine a brick and it vanishes, that he only has to picture the catastrophes threatening his children and they are safe. As Michael's hold on reality loosens, his sense of self and the world around him starts to fray at the edges, teetering on the brink of nothingness.
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