“Think of it as “Less Than Nought”…[A] bleak but absorbing first novel…If this terrifyingly talented author really does have his finger on the pulse of today’s youth, parents should probably just give up right now.” Jeff Turrentine, New York Times Book Review
978-1-84767-178-3 • $15.00 • Paperback • June 2008
In the vein of Brett Easton Ellis’s The Informers and Man Booker Prize finalist M.J. Hyland’s How the Light Gets In, Apples is a surprising, wise little novel of the longings of MySpace-age adolescence told with wit, charm, and a startlingly fresh narrative voice.
“Apples is an astonishing debut. . . . [It] articulates what it is to be young. . . . The Catcher in the Rye meets the Arctic Monkeys.” The Times Magazine (London)
Apples, an unassuming debut novel plucked from the imagination of a remarkable new twenty-one-year-old talent, and published to rave reviews in London, is a surprising, affecting, ingeniously crafted little coming-ofage novel that has critics calling Richard Milward the voice of the MySpace generation.
As a distraction from sleazy male admirers, spiteful classmates, and her mother’s progressing cancer, Eve’s adolescent eyes are opened to a multicolored life of fumbling one-night stands, drug-fuelled clubs, endless varieties of candyflavored cheap booze, and banal consumerist choices. She barely has time to notice Adam. Adam, however, notices Eve. While contending with sexual frustration, an asshole father, and increasingly compulsive behavior, is Adam too busy furtively reading porn in his bedroom to make his move on Eve?
A paean to the scattershot difficulties of growing up, the complications of friendship, and the consequences of hormones in overdrive, Apples is a deliciously pitch-perfect debut.