McGlue

Dive into this gloriously sordid story of love and murder on the high seas. Somewhere in the Indian Ocean, 1851: McGlue is down in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of his name, situation or orientation but he has blood on his hands. He may have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend. As the ship makes its voyage home to Salem, Massachusetts, intolerable memory accompanies reluctant sobriety. A-sail on the high seas of literary tradition, Ottessa Moshfegh gives us a nasty heartless blackguard on a knife-sharp voyage through the fogs of recollection. 'One of America's most exciting - and most provocative - young novelists' Financial Times 'Youre in safe, if sticky, hands... A wild ride' The Times