Imagine, if you can, a crazy cross between Irvine Welsh and P G Wodehouse. A storyline of repulsive, compulsive sex and knock-down farce. Martin Millar inhabits a South London landscape where old magic comes up from the gutter and deep artistic longings are shipwrecked on the everyday struggles of downbeat life. I can't believe Martin Millar is not more widely known and loved. Over the last ten years, he has honed his craft, through "Milk, Sulphate and Alby Starvation", and "Lux the Poet", to a new high point in "Dreams of Sex and Stage Diving". Don't be deceived by the surface of nihilism, farce and hard humour. There is a deep thread of optimism here, which steers clear of whimsy. There is even a moral - and a whole new way to view some of Shakespeare's best lines.