Proof copy. 8vo. Pp. [xii], 210, [2]. Red printed wraps.
A portrait of a young actress caught in a downward spiral of self-destruction. By the author of Namedropper (1998). "Although this is a novel about solipsism, which is always dangerous territory, it is never solipsistic. Forrest's prose is fresh and there are some truly outrageous similes (my favourite: "He rethought his words, upgrading them like a steward at the Virgin Atlantic check-in desk")." –Matt Thorne, New Statesman