I Was Dora Suarez (Abacus Books) - Tapa blanda

'Once I was Dora Suarez, but even before I die I am not her any more; I have become something appalling...' Dora Suarez expected to die by her own hand. She did not expect to be hacked to pieces by a perverted axe-wielding psychopath. She left no evidence of her thirty years in life, of her career in prostitution, no indication as to why she was going to kill herself and nothing to identify her killer. All she left was a notebook containing the tortuous ramblings of a life spent rotting on the streets of London, of a beautiful woman more dead than alive, even when she lived. The cynical, cold-blooded Detective Sergeant, has cracked more than his share of tough cases but nothing quite like this one. Next door to the bloodied remains of Dora Suarez lies the broken body of an 86-year-old widow, and a mile away the brains of a sleazy West End racketeer are found adorning the walls of his dining-room. And the notebook of Dora Suarez is the only lead. 'A nightmarish and compelling exploration of London's sordid underbelly' PUBLISHERS WEEKLY 'An extraordinarily sustained piece of writing... a book full of coagulating disgust and compassion for the world's contamination, disease and mutilation, all dwelt on with a feverish, metaphysical intensity that recalls Donne and the Jacobeans more than any of Raymond's contemporaries. I cannot think of another work in this field so obsessed with the skull beneath the skin' THE TIMES