ANDY HEDGECOCK is entertained by a playful novel that embeds a fictional game at its heart
STEWART HOME’S first novel in six years sets off on a familiar road as its protagonists — Martin Cooper, a fifty-something ex-anti-fascist skinhead and his girlfriend Maria Remedios, a drugged-up Spanish head-case in her forties — flit around trendy parts of inner north London exploring their interests in punk, the occult, horror and deviant sex.
But compared with any normal outing on the filthy, belching Home charabanc, this is a restrained ride — one that’s unlikely to induce too much queasiness and which offers rewards at its destination.
JULIA THOMAS unpicks the mental processes that explain why book-to-film adaptations so often disappoint
SCOTT ALSWORTH searches for something – anything – worth recommending from the year’s releases
MANJEET RIDON relishes a novel that explores the guilty repressions – and sexual awakenings – of a post-war Dutch bourgeois family



