Stuart Kelly

Sex, violence and lettuces

Scarlett Thomas’s The Seed Collectors is a clever, chaotic, filthily gorgeous, satirical Aga-saga

There is something cruelly beautiful, delightfully frustrating and filthily gorgeous about a Scarlett Thomas novel. Two family trees open and close this book: one shows what the characters think they are and how they are related, the other what they are revealed to be. How the couplings shift is less important than the chains of desire that cannot be mapped or taxonomised.

The Gardener family is reeling from and sneakily plotting about the death of great-aunt Oleander, owner of Namaste House, a retreat for whack jobs and slebby...

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