Suppose that Satan has himself elected Mayor of a sleepy English seaside resort, on a pledge to clean up the streetwalkers, the beggars and the homeless. His methods are whimsical and unorthodox, but he knows villainy like he knows the back of his own claw.
Stood in his path are Helen, a tipsy transgender prostitute, Paul, an unemployed college teacher with obsessive-compulsive tendencies, and a bunch of misfits that includes a poker-playing priest and an old-style rat-catcher. Should be no contest really. After all, the poor long-suffering author is murdered in Chapter Twenty-Two.
But this dystopian and darkly comic fantasy novel defies logic and battles its way through low life crises and spoof horror to a hard-won happy ending. This is literary fiction, though not quite as we have been used to it. Try it now for a very unusual read.
About the Author: Adam Wilderness wrote his third novel, Please Do Not Eat The Seagulls, to satirise post-truth politics, bigotry against minorities, the powers of darkness and the likeable crackpot characters of a sleepy seaside resort not unlike the one he currently lives in. It is a tale of devilry, moral chaos and unexpected love in low places. If you are easily offended by Satan's off-colour jokes, by premature ejaculation or by a herd of escaped llamas, skip it and read the tabloids.
Adam is a self-taught author of unusual fiction. He has spent years researching at first hand the experiences of bohemians, bedsit-dwellers and eccentric outsiders. He does not pretend to know anything remotely interesting about the sex lives of billionaires or celebrities.
Search Amazon under 'Adam Wilderness' for a complete list of this author's books. Better still, chuck some spare change into his digital or literal hat. He wishes you success with your own life's work, whatever it may be, and thanks you for the gift of your time.
