Personal Taxidermy is a very unusual debut novel from Vanark Press in Melbourne.
My wife brought it home for me and I was immediately attracted to the jacket artwork. The story sounded intriguing, and it turned out to be well worth the read:
A young boy appears in a city alley late one night, and interrupts an attack on a prostitute. He suffers from an unnamed illness, and has no recollection of who he is or how he got there. The woman takes him back to her fleabag hotel for the night.
The next day he gets his own room, and meets the odd human flotsam who inhabit the place: a drunken ex-clown who haunts the bathroom, the wall-eyed concierge who squats in his cage scratching his carbuncle, and a man so devastated by lost love that he has somehow managed to turn himself into a bat creature - yes, it’s pretty surreal.