I started reading this in the BRB one breakfast time with the kids yammering around me. The story is so intense and violent that the narration itself blacks out in places. When I finished, I looked up and turned around and, decompressing, found I was alone in the house.
Published in the Brixton Review of Books, Issue 15, Autumn 2021
I first encountered the work of David Rose through Vault, his anti-novel, and have since been catching up on his shorter fiction. He is consummate, his mastery of the form remaining woefully under-acknowledged.
First published in The End, Unthank Books, edited by Ashley Stokes; collected in Best British Short Stories 2017, Salt Publishing