I read The Vanity Rooms by Peter Luther one Sunday afternoon in the bath, and it made a pleasant change from reading the backs of the shampoo bottles. My initial impression was not entirely favourable. The bizarre cover design shows the painted portrait of a smug aristo hovering jarringly over a photograph of a chess […]
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