Consent

An ingeniously nasty exercise reminiscent of Vladimir Nabokov and Patricia Highsmith.

Thought-provoking as well as shocking... a compulsive dark comedy that entertains and unnerves in equal measure.

Another clever, cutting riff on the book-within-a book… this strangely congenial thriller-cum-treatise on urban disaffection, modern relationships, misogyny and madness, ends on a note of provocative ambiguity.

‘Such a great read and the product of a highly entertaining and disturbingly dark mind. If I was a friend of Leo Benedictus I’d be reconsidering my options.’

This is a novel that plays with the conventions of the form... With great subtlety and wit, Benedictus shows us how close our own relentless curiosity about the lives of the characters in the book is to the deranged obsessions of the narrator... It all makes for an unusual and enormously compelling novel.

A word of warning: do not pick up this novella late at night. Not if you’d like to sleep any time soon… darkly addictive.