He already staked out a huge success (The Great Apes, quantity theory of insanity, Dorian) and more anecdotal stories (No smoking, Dr. Mukti), the British returned with what can not be called otherwise than a masterpiece.
Dave, London taxi driver missed his life. Married in error, fickle father, a drinker and racist, the human wreckage he has become, no longer lives only through his old dilapidated cab. While a pincer attack of dementia, he wrote a letter to his son, mixing memories drunkenness, honky-tonk philosophy and practical advice. His book is buried deep in his garden for several centuries until a natural disaster that swept western civilization. While
UK falls into a quasi-primitive tribal order is slowly returning, led by a new religion inherited from a mysterious book: the Davisme. The cab driver became a goddess, and its rantings gospel.
With narration alternating between the present and the future of Dave England, Will Self has invented a whole new world and a staggering Newspeak. In dissecting the origins of belief and schisms running through, it operates an aggiornamento prodigious our time and extracts absolute fiction, sort of reproduction of our own civilization. If in a thousand years, is the reign of Davisme, today Selfisme dominates unchallenged the literary world.
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