![]() ![]() But commonplace expectation is no guide for this strange and deeply unsettling book small details at first, then more major clues, suggest that something deeply bizarre is afoot. So begins Michel Faber’s first novel: a lone female scouts the Scottish Highlands in search of well-proportioned men and the reader is given to expect the unfolding of some latter-day psychosexual drama. ![]() Puny, scrawny specimens were no use to her. She was looking for big muscles: a hunk on legs. “Isserley always drove straight past a hitch-hiker when she first saw him, to give herself time to size him up. ![]()
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