THE uncanny resemblance between Cormac McCarthy's recent novel, “The Road”, and Jim Crace's new book, “The Pesthouse”, does not mean Mr Crace is an imitator.
But when you turn around, don't expect to see the Statue of Liberty because it's over 2000 miles away, and you're actually just at an abandoned mental hospital in Canada.
I've been in therapy even longer, and the only time I ever had a provider talk to me about things like cooking and cleaning and brushing my teeth was when I was in a psych hospital as a teenager.