Half-drunk on the operating table as an indifferent surgeon cuts a hole in his wrist, Victor Andrews contemplates his impending death with dread and sorrow. It's not dying that makes him distraught, he reflects, but the idea that he may quit his life, after all these years, having understood little or nothing about it. A few deathbed jokes at his own expense will be in order, of course. But what will he be able to say about his life that is true, original, essential? Victor decides, if the doctors don't kill him, to embark on a forensic investigation through the dimly-lit corridors of his mind in search of answers. Murder, love, sex, truth, beauty ... the inquisition must begin. Few corners of a man's mind and soul are left unexplored in this black comedy.

Roger P., a convicted double killer, escapes from custody, leaving a manuscript in his cell recounting fragments of his life and the events which result in his trial for murder. Entirely narrated by his inner voice, the document charts his rise and fall as star reporter of The Daily Hack, a scurrilous popular tabloid.As the Hack's Investigations Editor, P. uncovers celebrity and political scandals, all the while promoting the anti-immigrant, anti-social benefits agenda of his owners and their bent politician cronies. Happy at first in this scabrous life exposing sex criminals and financial fraud, rubbing shoulders – and often sharing beds – with actresses, secretaries and various informants, P. is increasingly troubled by an incessant, critical voice in his mind telling him that he's a liar, worthless, shallow, a swindler, and that he should face up to it. Interrogating P. insistently about the charade of this tabloid life, his inner voice – who likes...