This is the second novel, after “I will spit on your graves,” published in 1948 under the pseudonym “Vernon Sullivan,” condemned in 1950 and sent to the stake along with the first book. A highly characteristic work of Sullivan: a novel rejected on grounds of morality bordering on stupidity.

Sex, blood, death - as in any great book that deserves respect.

And a lot wit - after all, the book was written by Boris Vian.