Author:Serena Mackesy

We all know how it works: first you go to School, then you go to University, and then you enter Real Life. And that's the important bit. Real Life is about achievement, recognition, choices. It's about a boss who trusts you, a wardrobe that suits you, friends who support you and a relationship that fulfils you. It`s a mobile phone, an expense account, a company car and a place to park it. Happily Ever After.
Unforunately, Real Life isn't working that way for The Temp. She's managed the university bit, but the job, the dough and the happily-ever-after seem harder than anybody ever told her. Living in Stockwell while she moves through a series of jobs ranging from the horrifying mindless to the bemusingly witless to the simply extraordinary, she realises that something isn't right.
Who cares about a boss who trusts you? She'd settle for a boss who knows her name. This can't be Real Life, can it?
Building on the success of her INDEPENDENT column, Serena Mackesy has created a wonderfully witty, acerbic exposé of office anthropology and a genuinely moving story about the early-twenties doldrums.
Fowles's mind is as lively, tangy and quirkily textured as Stilton
—— ObserverA splendidly uplifting book
—— Richard MabeyAnyone familiar with books such as The French Lieutenant's Woman and The Magus will already know that Fowles is a perceptive and intelligent writer, but this collection shows him to be as fascinating and entertaining in his non-fiction as he is in his novels. Indeed, Wormholes is something of an embarassment of riches, there are so many marvellous things in here
—— Hampstead & Highgate ExpressJohn Fowles is a magnificent novelist who has written two masterpieces but who has a reluctance to give precise endings to his stories... In the wise and beautifully written essays and biographical pieces of Wormholes he indicates why this is so
—— Daily TelegraphHighly readable, sensitive and intensely moving ... a fine achievement
—— Mail and Guardian, South AfricaTo speak of the novels of José Saramago is to speak of the sheer pleasure of reading
—— O Diario, Lisbon






