'Tis Pity She's A Whorehouse at Pooh Corner?
The Black Cathouse at Pooh Corner?
The Brick Shithouse at Pooh Corner? (Need a book called The Brick Shithouse - surely a great Australian novel)
As for the other, this ought to do it. Cripes, I must write it!
Breakfast at Tiffanys and The Naked Lunch
Katy from Kansas, orphaned and alone,with a fistful of dollars from the sale of the family farm and eager for sophistication and experience, fresh off the flyer at Grand Central Station encounters the enigmatic and picturesquely scarred Viscount Ribblesdale, heir to an age-old title but little else except the whiff of scandal from liaisons with the the nazi-loving Prince of Wales and blackmailing boy lovers. She gets a borrowed tiara but loses her fresh-faced freckled innocence along with her knickers, all in the course of a single morning in New York. Set in Scott Fitzgerald's jazz age, this searing indictment of European greed and corruption and the spoiled American Dream, harks back to Henry James and forward to Tom Wolfe. In relentless jewelled prose reminiscent of the best of Nabokov Pulitzer-Prizewinner Hannah de Selby anatomises the hopes and fears of a whole generation.
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