The Whispering Gallery (novel)
(London: Andre Deutsch, 1984; New York: W.W. Norton, 1984; London: Corgi Black Swan, 1985 [pb]).
Space shuttle astronauts whirl away into the cosmos, only able to tune into Radio 3, a heart surgeon gets blown up in a Manchester restaurant, there’s a road accident that won’t stop happening, a nightmarish dinner party in Antarctica, a tiny protozoan that could transform the economy or destroy the world. The people, situations, and events of this novel are as ill-assorted, surreal and extreme as today’s news, yet somehow they are all connected by the Fat Man, a large figure nobody seems to notice. Perhaps what you read in the newspapers is true after all . . .
“Part thriller, part strip cartoon, part black pantomime, the novel leaves an agreeably bitter taste in the mouth.” (T.L.S.)
“A statement of our times, . . .the book is beautifully written. . .This is a piece of work that should not be missed.” (New York Times)