The End of Mr Y is bit of a cracker. That it achieves this read-it-in-a-weekend status in spite of its rather drab prose and cringeworthy dialogue is testament to Scarlett Thomas’s innate storytelling skills. However far-fetched this tale of self-abuse, alternative dimensions and, occasionally, self-abuse in alternative dimensions becomes, it remains believable on its own terms and moves along at tremendous pace.

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