Whatever people make of Virginia Feito’s new book, a scabrous, morbidly funny murder ballad, they can’t say they weren’t warned. Thanks to several instances of real and imagined violence to men, women, children and babies – not to mention a deer, a duck and three whippets – Victorian Psycho lives up to its name, and to the first sentence of its prologue: “Death everywhere.”
“It’s not like a surprising twist that builds slowly over the pages,” the 36-year-old Spanish writer says of her second novel. “You know where we’re going from the very start.”
