William Maitland is a 39-year-old London solicitor who has gazed into the broken mirror of his life and gleaned the terrifying knowledge that he is "irredeemably mediocre." With an irascible wit and a fanged tongue, he spews out tirades of paranoia. A self-pitying child of rage and fear, he drowns his panic in alcohol. He courts oblivion in lust—the bed is his womb and his coffin. He wakes with jittery remorse to smell death's bad breath at dawn. On the self-accusing charge of having made his existence an obscenity, this anti-hero sits in a prisoner's dock watching his life pass...
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