I normally love Angela Carter. I reviewed Several Perceptions earlier this year, enjoyed Nights at the Circus and Wise Children is one of my all time favourite books. But with The Passion of New Eve, I have absolutely had it.OK so imagine a dystopian New York City with an unappealing chap called Evelyn who wanders around observing mutant rats devouring dogs. He pursues an increasingly naked erotic dancer (who puts purple lipstick on her nipples) through the streets. He is horrified by depravity but tempted by it too. In fact, he is just like the biblical Eve, but he’s a guy, geddit? Give. Me. Strength. In fact, give me something cheerful to read. That would do just as well.
