Bastards
James Wood: St Aubyn’s Savage Sentences, 2 November 2006
“... and how to escape it. He is also a drug addict, the fancy kind; he sometimes passes out at the Pierre and sometimes trawls the Lower East Side for smack: ‘His veins were becoming quite shy, but a lucky stab in the bicep, just below his rolled-up sleeve, yielded the gratifying spectacle of a red mushroom cloud uncurling in the barrel of the ... ”