Vulgar Things. Lee Rourke
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First published in Great Britain by Fourth Estate in 2014
Copyright © Lee Rourke 2014
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Source ISBN: 9780007542512
Ebook Edition © July 2014 ISBN: 9780007542529
Version: 2015-06-03
From the reviews of Vulgar Things:
‘Sad, lost men looking for maps in the starry Essex sky, small-town strippers, absent mothers, angry brothers, planets photographed on smart phones, cider and a lot of rare steak – Rourke is on his way to becoming the J. G. Ballard of Southend-on-Sea’
Deborah Levy
‘A consistently disturbing yet compelling vision of loss, violence and identity, Vulgar Things stalks the reader’s memory long after the last page. A novel of innovation and resonance, it is as bleak and as beautiful as a deserted coastline’
Stuart Evers
For Wilko Johnson
My mind shudders recounting.
Virgil: The Aeneid
CONTENTS
Maybe Someone is Wondering Just What I’m Doing Here
Back in the Night I Lay Down by Your Fireside
MAYBE SOMEONE IS WONDERING JUST WHAT I’M DOING HERE
an office
Look at them both sitting at their desks, feigning important business. What do they think they’re doing with their lives? What are they hoping to achieve, acting the way they do, alienating everyone else in the office? I’ve asked myself many, many times: What am I doing here? I’m pretty much resigned to the fact that I’ve more or less chosen the wrong path in life. Not that I have any idea what the correct path might be. I look at what my life, until now, has amounted to: a boring job, a failed marriage, a small flat I can barely afford, and each working day the same agonising prospect of these two loathsome cretins, sitting at their desks, constantly talking to one another. It sickens me. To be honest, I don’t think I have the strength for it any more.
lunch hour
Jessica, the younger of the two and my line manager, had taken me to one side in the company kitchen earlier that week. Her words had been rattling around my head ever since, delivered, as they were, in her usual pseudo-flirtatious manner: ‘What’s wrong with you these days? Have you been having trouble at home again?’
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