An all-consuming, unflinching literary debut about hunger, grief and desire.
Avni is done with the meaningless carousel of tame sex. Tender women repel her. Clumsy men disgust her. She wants to make her flesh electric — to fill the chasm inside her created by her mundane job, her ex who died in a bizarre tragedy, and her sick aunt, whose diseased mind is swallowing memories. Then there's the sour fruit, the bad meat that she craves. She longs for something to make her feel full.
When she is sucked into the orbit of a couple who seem as unstitched as she is, Avni thinks she may have found what she is looking for. But each time she fulfils her darkest needs, her appetite grows, and she begins to spiral into obsession. Uncompromising and compulsively readable, Sour Fruit is the fearless debut of a major new voice in literary fiction.
Praise
“Feverish, devouring and provocative… an all-consuming and stunningly vulgar novel about sex and personhood.” — Lucy Rose, author of The Lamb
“Dark, sexy, addictive and beautifully written.” — Kate Davies
About the author
Ahana Virdi is a queer British Indian writer living in London. Sour Fruit is her debut novel.
Note: contains explicit sexual content and body horror.
