SEDUCTIVE AMOEBAE

by Andrew Foley Jones

A dark and biting satire, seductive amoebae follows psychopathic anti-hero, Thomas Paul, as he embarks on a campaign of natural retribution against a morally defunct society. Set in an anonymous modern day city, Seductive Amoebae follows the demise of Thomas Paul - handsome, wealthy and successful, indulging in the excesses that engulf and suffocate him. Paul’s wife takes part in a pilot study for Filodade, a new fertility drug. She dies giving birth to a horribly disfigured child. The drug is introduced in a media whirl, despite warnings that it isn’t yet ready for public consumption. Embarking on what he perceives to be a campaign of natural retribution against Filodade and ultimately against society - the paths of Paul, his daughter and the creator of the drug, Edward Mansfield, inadvertently cross and entangle, culminating in a chaotic, violent and disturbing finale.

312 pages, Kindle Edition

First published January 1, 2009

Reviews

[Kate · Rating 4 out of 5]

Sitting at my computer, remembering this from autonomy days and wasn't sure how to review it and then I'm thinking why not review in the style of the book which is quite addictive and gets under your skin, it is original and a distinctive voice in all fairness and quite trippy with these animals over people's faces and such like and people's faces disappearing in a blur and sometimes it seems brilliant but other times I wasn't sure what to think, it was so bleak, a book to slash your wrists to, but then wasn't that the point, the pointlessness of existence when love has gone and I did think about John Paul Sartre and his book nausea which I read decades ago but I'm sure the theme was similar and then suddenly the man, the philosopher himself got a mention, his book was on some girl's bookshelf, and some sociologist some time talked about anomie and alienation and I'm thinking I should give the book 5 stars, I really want to sometimes, but other times it annoys the fuck out of me, like the hitting of a key two hundred times, it's a no-no, I mean if you see seven y's or seven thousand does it make a difference, you can't read all the y's, so you just skip past the feckers, and I'm thinking, note to self, don't ever let me do that in future books, though I might have done it in the past, and I'm thinking less is more, I mean I get the point, that this guy is getting messages everywhere that you are all dead and has a shite existence and the pointlessness of everything after losing his wife and I'm wanting more of her and less of his bleakness because I get it and less is more and cut it by a third, there's so much waste, and I can't get past the misogyny of this guy but he is a fucked up shit anyway and I'm thinking I'm not sure if I'm meant to know what is real and why was there no sense of development, it's bleak from start to finish but maybe there are fifty shades of bleak because it did get more gruesome and I am thinking it is all plotless but in all fairness there is a plot and a revelation at the end and I did carry on reading, though I did’t care for any of the characters and there's a lot of stuff about sideburns and bum fluff and sit ups and fish, buying fish and supermarkets and Jerry springer and neon nights and solo sex and empty sex and press ups and armitage shanks and a pale sun reflecting in buildings and how is this guy still holding down a fucking job anyway and bleak is maybe ok I think