[Brian Allgar]

Exactly so, Adrian. Extracts are much more enjoyable. Synopses baffle my synapses.

[Gail White]

You-all are too clever for me. I was just thinking along the lines of
Ulysses, or the White Whale.

[Rob Stuart]

What about 'To the Lighthouse at Pooh Corner', Brian?

[Rob Stuart]

Watership Down and Out in Paris and London

When a young rabbit called Fiver experiences a terrifying apocalyptic vision of the future he flees his home for Paris where he initially manages to scrape a meagre living as a lapine teacher to French kittens. However, this work soon dries up and fiver, now penniless and starving, is forced into accepting a job as an éplucheur at a local carrot restaurant. He finds the long hours and barbaric conditions there unendurable, so he ups sticks and moves to London where he lives as a 'gentlerabbit of the road', begging scraps of lettuce, moving from one Salvation Army warren to another and falling in for a time with a myxamatosed pavement artist.

[John Whitworth]

Breakfast at Tiffanys and the Naked Lunch?

[Rob Stuart]

Do it, John!

[John Whitworth]

'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.

[Brian Allgar]

"Don't go near the Water Babies" - but I can't muster up any enthusiasm for either component.

[Carolyn Thomas-Coxhead]

I've only just picked up this thread but had been playing with Bleak Pooh; as with so many of this Comp's possibilities, titles are perhaps the easy bits.

[basil ransome-davies]

I was thinking of going for 'The Economic Consequences of the Fall', by Milton Keynes, but alas it would fall outside the rubric.