A funny, sad, off-kilter collection of stories from a rising American star of satire.‘People like to call them ashes but it feels more like a couple of rocks, especially if you hold the whole thing in your hands, or swing it, as I do, on occasion, bolo-style from the sack cord. I’m still not sure why I do this, but it feels good, standing there in the dining room, windmilling my mother around.’From the peep palaces of Times Square to the cubicles of corporate America, ‘Venus Drive’ takes us away from the toothpaste-white gleam of American life, and leads us down an altogether darker, comic road on the seedy side of town. Pot-dazed revolutionaries, summer-camp sadists, and babysitters with an eye for erotic humiliation all make themselves known in this crafty, streetwise new collection from the acclaimed author of ‘The Subject Steve’. At once shocking, inventive and funny, these stories confirm Sam Lipsyte’s place amongst the very brightest – and darkest – talents of American fiction.
