Lily and the Octopus by Steven Rowley
by Amy Pirt
Do you like talking dachshunds? Is your evening incomplete without a furry companion with whom to while away the evenings, devouring pizza and fighting over who gets to pick the Monopoly car? Have you been heartbroken recently, or enough that the mere thought of that person still makes you shiver in remembrance? Well, then Lily and the Octopus is for you.
To be honest, you don’t even need a pet to appreciate this fantastic debut, which has style as well as the all-important substance (check out the gorgeous moody sky blue ribbon bookmark on the hardback). Granted – and I don’t want to give too much away here, so no spoilers! – it took me a while to get on board with Rowley’s inventiveness, but stick with it. Trust me, the ride is worth it.
I want to tell you just enough to make you want you to read this, and not so much that I ruin it for you. So meet Ted, a single lonely screenwriter, for whom company consists of his dachshund Lily and a tub of peanut butter ice cream (I presume that there are elements of autobiography here). Ted is trying to get back in the dating game after splitting with his partner, Jeffrey, but his attempts are unsuccessful, and it is telling that much of the novel consists of flashbacks. Indeed, it is only when the octopus appears that Ted is forced to start giving some real thought to his future, and who might be in it.
So, what is this octopus? Wrong question, reader – you must discover it yourself. But suffice it to say, that if you like funny books (and if you don’t, that’s pretty weird) and cute dogs, then you will love Lily. I’m just debating whether or not it’s wise to lend it to my dachshund-devoted cousin (she had six at one point)……..
Many thanks to Sara-Jade Virtue at Simon & Schuster for the review copy.
P.S. I want a dachshund now. Damn you, Steven Rowley.