Alex and Jessica live in north London and, like many young couples, lead a problematic lifestyle. Now, unbidden, an extra dimension lands on the doormat and adds to their troubles.
Set in the 1980s, this ingenious story flirts with humour, music, art history, Nazi machination . . . and sex, as Alex and Jessica delve into the secrets behind a set of paintings recently discovered in upstate New York.
Linking past to present and attempting to unravel the inticacies of art fraud, this whirlwind adventure combines mystery and intimacy and hurtles through London, New York, Bavaria and Scotland on a quest concerned not only with works of art, but also with the struggles of an in-your-face relationship.
Bold, brash and up-front, Ripples tantalises, teases and transports you to places and situations previously confined to your imagination.
First published by The Book Guild, Brighton, Ripples is the first novel from Richard C Pizey, author of Revelations (sequel to Ripples) and Echoes of Andalucia.
It seems like the author only wrote when he was really really hungry. An insane amount of the book is eating. That’s maybe my favorite part.
I only read Ripples because we have had 5 copies at the Globe bookstore for years and it has never ever sold. I’ve had to put it in overstock and shelve it again and back into overstock over and over again. So it has now been read so nobody else in Prague has to!
The ending: terrible
The vocabulary: snobbish, mostly unnecessary, too Latin-rooted to flow well
Main character: definitely author’s perception of himself
Love interest: author’s fantasy of a woman
Other women: also author’s fantasy of women
Everything else: author writing his fantasies thinking he’s really good at writing
Back flap with authors photo: exactly what I imagined the author to look like by the end of reading
The narrative style bit like Updike. Exciting reading about a young couple who are trying to find out the truth about the mysterious paintings found in New York...