Ian Martin spent three years as a hospital orderly and kept a ward diary chronicling the sights, sounds and smells that assailed him. Based on this record, "Henry Fuckit's Nursing Notes" is an unflinching account of nursing the sick and dying.
Looking through the eyes of his disreputable hero, Martin uses a brutal blend of cynicism and dark humour to describe a world of suffering and pathos.
They say my writing style is ‘in your face’, ‘brutal’ and ‘offensive’. And that there’s too much gratuitous violence and pornographically sadistic sex. So why do they keep on reading? Maybe it’s the sick humour that makes my fiction popular. Whatever. Just so long as people keep coming back for more.
In the Shockspeare Series there’s “Pop-splat” and “Kikaffir”, which are loosely based on Hamlet and Macbeth, and a particularly vile version of King Lear is on the way. And then there’s Henry Fuckit. You have just got to meet Henry Fuckit.