Dead Babies, a hilarious Agatha Christie parody and Martin Amis’s second novel, was deemed his “most incendiary” (the BBC).

Within the quiet walls of the Appleseed Rectory, a gorgeous five-bedroom, three-story home in rural England, anything goes: the drugs are consumed with gusto, the booze flows like water, and the sex is near constant and deliciously debauched.

When six uppity twenty-somethings gather at the rectory for a careless weekend away, things quickly go awry. And when someone named Johnny begins leaving threatening letters around the house, the group is thoroughly shaken—no one has any clue who this “Johnny” could be.

A dizzying whirlwind of a novel, Dead Babies is a lurid, sharp, and darkly hilarious indictment of the horrifying vices and shameless self-indulgences of privileged youth.