Book description
Buttocks Man is down on his uppers. His girlfriend, Original Colour,
has cleared out of their Paris studio and run off to the Congo with a
vertically challenged drummer known as The Mongrel. She's taken their
daughter with her. Meanwhile, a racist neighbour spies on him something
wicked, accusing him of 'digging a hole in the Dole'. And his drinking
buddies at Jips, the Afro-Cuban bar in Les Halles, pour scorn on Black
Bazaar, the journal he keeps to log his sorrows. There are days when
only the Arab in the corner shop has a kind word; while at night his
dreams are stalked by the cannibal pygmies of Gabon. Then again,
Buttocks Man wears no ordinary uppers. He has style, bags of it
(suitcases of crocodile and anaconda Westons, to be precise). He's a
dandy from the Bacongo district of Brazzaville - AKA a sapeur or member
of the Society of Ambience-makers and People of Elegance. But is
flaunting sartorial chic against tough times enough for Buttocks Man to
cut it in the City of Light? Buttocks Man is down on his uppers. His
girlfriend, Original Colour, has cleared out of their Paris studio and
run off to the Congo with a vertically challenged drummer known as The
Mongrel. She's taken their daughter with her. Meanwhile, a racist
neighbour spies on him something wicked, accusing him of 'digging a hole
in the Dole'. And his drinking buddies at Jips, the Afro-Cuban bar in
Les Halles, pour scorn on Black Bazaar, the journal he keeps to log his
sorrows. There are days when only the Arab in the corner shop has a kind
word; while at night his dreams are stalked by the cannibal pygmies of
Gabon. Then again, Buttocks Man wears no ordinary uppers. He has style,
bags of it (suitcases of crocodile and anaconda Westons, to be precise).
He's a dandy from the Bacongo district of Brazzaville - AKA a sapeur or
member of the Society of Ambience-makers and People of Elegance. But is
flaunting sartorial chic against tough times enough for Buttocks Man to
cut it in the City of Light?
