Author:James Hawes
Harry MacDonald had seen plenty of skulls - arsing about with some poor sod or other's skull is what pays Harry's rent - but until the day of his official thirty-ninth birthday (actually, Harry was knocking on forty), which was also the day he met Shnade again, he had never noticed the shape of his own skull-to-be; and until the night of that same day, he had never seen a living skull being crunched deliberately, wetly inwards. Perhaps it all happened because Harry had got lost in his work for too long. Or perhaps because Shnade had got lost doing nothing for too long. Or perhaps because all of us, Harry and Shnade included, are lost full stop. She's not really Shnade, of course. Shnade was what we heard, and is what we called her, and is what she will be, to me any rate, for as long as I have. When Shnade swung round, I saw her dress flick along with the movement of her hips and brush Harry's thigh. It was a light, small, flimsy dress of reddish cotton; she wore it over some kind of black, shiny, strappy, swimsuitish thing. You could see this big tattoo of a lizard that ran right from her shoulder to her wrist. And you could tell that when her dress swished across the thigh of Harry's jeans, it felt to him like it was made of chain-mail. And I think, looking back, we all knew, right then, that Harry was fucked.
Very amusing, ironic and wise... a success, no doubt about it
—— Sydney Morning HeraldA novel of epic proportions. It's not merely about characters and events, but also about shapes and landscapes, history and the future, fact and falsehood, light and darkness... He writes with a rare perception of the Australian struggle for a defineable identity in bold, inventive, often wildly funny prose
—— David Rooney , Time OutThe work of a dazzling imagination
—— Kate Saunders , IndependentSurvivor comes bowling forth out of the same dark corner of the mind as Fight Club... Like its predecessor, it is a terminal novel, a novel that applies the firing-squad principle to extort tortured eloquence from its doomed narrator
—— EsquireBrilliant satire and savagely funny, Survivor offers much to admire. Palahniuk displays a swiftian gift for satire, as well as a knack for crafting mesmerizing sentences that loom with stark, prickly prose and repetitive rhythms
—— San Francisco ChronicleOne of the most gripping and touching stories I have ever read
—— Peter Snow , WeekThis is a gem
—— MirrorStands out from the mass of chick-fic like a poppy in a cornfield . . . Glitters with insight
—— NovaPraise for Lisa Jewell
—— -Addictively readable
—— The TimesTerrific
—— Sunday TimesA joy . . . a fun summer read
—— GuardianTackles serious issues with humour - proving that chick-lit can be intelligent, interesting and huge fun
—— Sunday ExpressA triumph
—— HelloTop marks. Fantastic
—— HeatMoving and intelligent
—— IndependentMagnetic, unpretentious and bursting with one-liners
—— CosmopolitanJewell's readability and emotional intelligence make her the cream of pop fiction
—— GlamourFans of chick-lit will understand when I say that this is a book you simply disappear into
—— Sunday Telegraph
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