I Saw Satan at the 7-Eleven (Audiobook)

Christopher Brett Bailey

A debauched love story from a wild theatrical voice.

Format
Audio book
ISBN
9780571406043
Date Published
30.06.2026

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Summary

He was dressing low-profile, but it was definitely him: red skin, horns, barbed tail, cloven hoofs, black goatee. He was unmistakable. Satan was buying soy milk and forty bucks’ worth of unleaded fuel.

This audiobook is brilliantly read by the playwright himself, who also performed the story onstage in its first production at Soho Theatre.

‘No one tells a story like Christopher Brett Bailey.’ Guardian

‘A sort of crazed neo-beatnik equivalent of Charles Dickens’s celebrated recitals . . . a luridly gonzo piece of storytelling that revels in absurdist twists [and] moments of pure WTF.’ Time Out

In a small town two miles north of Hell, our deadbeat narrator spots Satan filling up his red Corvette at the 7-Eleven. Satan’s a washed-up has-been who’s totally lost his edge . . . but when their eyes meet across the parking lot, the two embark on a torrid romance, by turns screwball, surreal, terrifying and tender.

Christopher Brett Bailey’s electrifying monologue premiered at Soho Theatre, London, in April 2026.

Portions of this audiobook contain mature language. Listener discretion is advised.

‘Landing blow after blow right in the kisser of literary decorum, this freewheeling freak-out proves once and for all that language is no match for counter culture’s last living mutant, Christopher Brett Bailey. You aren’t ready and you never will be.’ LAUREN J JOSEPH

‘A short sharp shock of a story, every sentence spoken is filled with something grotesque, hilarious, deeply sad or some unholy melding of all three. It’s so gross! It made me very happy.’ ALISON RUMFITT

Critic Reviews

A joyously lurid gonzo monologue . . . that revels in absurdist twists [and] moments of pure WTF.

Time Out

Critic Reviews

Gross, gruesome and sometimes surprisingly sweet . . . No one tells a story like Christopher Brett Bailey.

Guardian

Critic Reviews

Witty, macabre, romantic and repulsive in equal measures . . . What lingers is his voice; the intelligence of the writing, the control of it, and that slightly dangerous sense of humour that runs through everything.

London Theatre1

Critic Reviews

One of the most beautifully written monologue plays I’ve seen in the past few years, if not the best.

A Young(ish) Perspective

Critic Reviews

As transgressive as it is playful . . . It’s lurid and gruesome but also, in its way, an act of veneration: to language . . . We’re in a world of dive bars, gas stations and seedy motels, a collectively recognisable America of the imagination, through which the devil dances (and struts and f*cks).

Natasha Tripney

Critic Reviews

It's the ultimate road-trip into The Badlands. A pick-up at a 7-Eleven two miles North of Hell. The Devil in a Red Corvette, nursing a pint of soya milk and the raging horn. Who could possibly resist? Fans of The Cramps, David Lynch and John Waters strap in – Christopher Brett Bailey is hotrodding his way to the Throne of Trash Culture and even Satan himself can't put on the brakes!

Cathi Unsworth

Christopher BrettBailey

Christopher Brett Bailey is a writer, performer and musician, who grew up on the US/Canada border. His critically acclaimed solo debut THIS IS HOW WE DIE was shortlisted for Berliner Festspiele 2016. Performance credits include work with BBC R4, the National Theatre, Unicorn Theatre and the late great Ken Campbell. As a musician Bailey is ½ of ambient music duo…

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