Funny, cruel, tender—a great love story.
On the Sunday of his 18th birthday, in 1975, Colin takes a walk on Box Hill, a biker hang-out in Surrey. Timid, awkward, and very much out of his element, he accidentally trips over Ray, a biker taking a nap under a tree. Colin was short, chubby, and self-conscious. Ray is ten years older; he’s charismatic, dressed in leather, and as handsome as a god—as classic as his powerful chrome Norton. Their extraordinary and transgressive story begins right then and there. They’ll fall in love and live together, and yet Colin will never know anything about Ray—not even his last name.
In Box Hill, Adam Mars-Jones explores—with typically British restraint and humor—the complex, subtle, and profound love that blossoms between Ray and Colin in the form of a master-slave relationship. A novel of exhilarating intelligence.
