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.
(If you’re in Australia, you can watch the film for free here. Do it.)