I like to hear his name especially when he says it. His voice is rich & dark like those jams they sell in tiny pots at twice the price of normal jars & they call preserves" to justify the cost. I chose him for his name in fact -- half Mayfair hairdresser & half Vatican incumbent. So speaks Nial a woman with a mans name & confused about her gender -- uncertain about most things save her obsession with John-Paul. She shares this obsession with modest Mary & conscientious Bryan. All three lead secret lives. Mary a conventional housewife with a dream-home in the suburbs is inflicting burns on her genitals & stockpiling vibrators; Bryan a mother-harried city clerk updates his Disaster Scrapbook & takes his snake to bed seeking refuge from Chaology & the horrors of the quantum revolution; Nial swaps sex for blood-drenched dreams of an ex-Naxi butcher in the High Street. All seek help & healing from the mysterious John-Paul but is he sage & saviour or untrained unlicensed con-man? In her powerful & hilarious new novel Wendy Perriam mixes the blackest of black comedy with a serious examination of madness in its many forms -- the religious excesses of miracles & visions; the crazy chaos of modern phsyics; & especially the distortions of the fifty-minute hour itself; those wild or weeping sessions on the analysts couch. With her usual wit & gusto she explores the murky world of the psychologically disturbed -- a world as comically bizarre as it is genuinely tragic. A screamingly funny book which almost blows the mind & will outrage the prudish. Sunday Telegraph"