From the author of FIRMIN, a tale of life and literature. Surviving on a diet of fried Spam and vodka, Andrew Whittaker is the editor of a small and slightly dingy literary magazine - SOAP: A JOURNAL OF THE ARTS.
Through this journal, he hopes to fan the flames of literary excellence, publishing such debuts as THE TOILETS OF ANNAPURNA and the intriguing mirror poetry of Miriam Wildercamp.
But life is not simple. His tenants are tiring of their blocked drains and killer-mice, his ex-wife wants money, and he is pursued by a frustrated Canadian.
Having fallen out with the local arts community he decides to set up a literary festival in order to save his failing journal - but will this be Andrew Whittaker's moment of glory or his Waterloo? THE CRY OF THE SLOTH is the brilliantly funny yet touching portrait of one of life's underdogs, a dreamer bewildered by the world and his place in it.
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 272 pages
- Publisher: Orion Publishing Co
- Publication Date: 22/07/2010
- Category: Classic fiction (pre c 1945)
- ISBN: 9780753826553
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Review by Luli81
Four months of letters are more than enough to picture Andrew Whittaker's life in amazingly accurate detail , what it was, what it is and what it'll be when the last letter is sent. As the editor of a little literary magazine which is about to disappear, he starts writing depressive letters to all his acquaintances and his family but in such a witty way that I found myself smiling in spite of the sad situation. Left by his wife, broken, and with no self esteem left, Andy´s world starts to crumble and we witness his fast downfall to nowhere.Sad, poignant and sarcastic, this is a seemingly light story which is finally charged with tones of existentialism , similar to Pessoa's Book of Disquiet. Awesome surprise, insightful and intelligent reading."Lying, sycophantic, stupid.The ingratiating phrases. How can I be so loathsome?""I'm convinced their happines is illusory. That is something I think you should know about me.""I have unpacked my soul and there is nothing in it"
Review by riverwillow
I'm a big fan of the epistolary novel and was pleased to discover this modern offering in my local independent bookshop. It didn't disappoint. Like the best satire it is sometimes really hard to read as Savage unrelentingly exposes every facet of Andrew Whittaker's life through his writing - from letters to his ex-wife, mother, friends, notes left for his, seemingly badly behaved tenants, shopping lists and extracts from his novel, which is the worst piece of writing its ever been my misfortune to read. Although Andrew Whittaker is never described to the reader, Savage's prose is such that I have a very clear idea of what I think he looks like and, much as I dislike the character as any redeeming features are buried deep, he is one of the most vivid characters I've read about recently. If you like biting satire this is the book for you.