'I am a doctor. My office hours are from eight-thirty in the morning to one in the afternoon.'
Marc Schlosser is a doctor and a cunt. He treats the rich and famous and gives them more time than your ten minute slot that you get down my local surgery with the NHS. He takes time to listen, while all the time being fucking repulsed at the people he is treating. I will say now, maybe don't read this if you've got an appointment at the docs where you're anticipating having to get all your gear off. It might make you feel somewhat self-conscious.
Some Billy Big Bollocks actor is the doc's most famous patient. When we start the book he is dead, and we're taken back to the beginning to work our way through the story.
This book is fucking dark, and properly sinister. It's also funny as fuck and so got my head a bit confused at times as to whether I should be laughing or fucking disgusted. It is a brilliantly twisted story, like with The Dinner (if you've read that, if you haven't then do - it's well good) where you don't know where to look, as it were, and whose side you should be on. It reveals a hideous side to human nature and as uncomfortable as it is at times, it's one of those that you won't want to put down.
Recommended if you're a bit fucked up and like reading stuff that a bit more fucked up that you so that you can feel less fucked up.