An erotic novelist finds he simply cannot churn out any more formulaic sleaze, despite his best efforts. As a result he progressively alienates himself to those closest to him - his wife, his friends and his publisher are all at a loss as to this sudden change. A self-referential novel which draws comparisons to Westlake’s early career writing erotica.
Praise for Adios Scheherazade
“carried off with ribald panache” - Kirkus