The Medusa Touch by Peter Van Greenaway.
My rating: 3 of 5 stars.
Like a lot of people, I first came to this book because of the film of the same title. That film – though different in some ways to the book – is a classic of weird UK cinema, featuring Richard Burton as a suitably bitchy novelist with a catastrophic chip on his shoulder. Suffice it to say, I was intrigued enough to find a copy of the book to see how much it differed.
The book features less glaring ham.
(If you’re in Australia, you can watch the film for free here. Do it.)
Yeah nah. 