A debauched, hallucinogenic noir… If Georges Simenon had smoked angel dust he might have come up with a style like this. (Prague Post) Mickey Spillane meets Georges Bataille on speed. (Goodreads) The sort of thing Iain Sinclair might write if he’d morphed with Chris Petit… (Stewart Home) Pitch-perfect. (London Student) Kafkaville. Blake is a pornographer who photographs corpses. Ten years ago, a young man becomes a fugitive when a redhead disappears on abridge in the rain. Now, at the turn of the millennium, another redhead has turned up in the morgue, and the fugitive can’t get the dead girl’s image out of his head. For Blake, it’s all a game – a funhouse where denial is the currency, deceit is the grand prize, and all doors lead to one destination: murder. In the psychological noir-scape of Kafkaville, the rain never stops, and redemption is just another betrayal away… Described as Robert Pinget does Canetti (in drag in Yugoslavia), Louis Armand’s novel Clair Obscur was published by Equus in 2011. His previous novel, Menudo (Antigen), was hailed as unrelenting, a flying wedge, an encyclopaedia of the wasteland, an uzi assault pumping desolation lead… inspiring!