Wicked is the word: here be, wicked folk of every gender and sexual orientation, and wicked humour, too. Fay Weldon has the knack of combining unpalatable truths with extremely tasty story telling; in the Weldonian war of the sexes, so sharp is the pain, so great the damage, that you always feel the final battle must be imminent - turn the page, though, and you'll find another couple, another skirmish, another set of casualties. But it's all wickedly entertaining.
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