The author swears this isn't one of those semi-autobiographical first novels. Although we once heard him say it was, he's adamant that was a joke. Maybe it's just as well he clarified that point for us. Adam's dog has already said he 'resents the implication' and we can only speculate as to what the chickens will say if, and when, they read chapter nine. That said, this is a wonderfully grungy novel about Saul, a part-time muso and part-time teacher. Saul is the kind of guy who hangs out in his mate's backyard planning the best way to acquit his unemployment benefit on booze. He's trying to resolve the big questions in life - like what thoughts he should put in his negative thought diary, how to avoid the compulsory office tea break and what the hell happened at last night's drunken Akubra photoshoot. One thing Saul knows already is that there are some gigs you simply don't want to get. My Dog Gave Me the Clap is a discomforting, in your face, compelling and funny book about masculine identity and missed epiphanies.
