Surnud lapsed - Martin Amis

Ten young, beautiful people, a weekend in a nice house, a sufficient supply of childhood traumas, spirit, alcohol, blue and white doves, cannabis, cocaine and whatever else to make yourself euphoric, depressed, sentimental or coldly calculating. Why be myself? As Friday turns into Sunday, the hallucinatory vortex of sex, arrogance and complexes descends ever more into catastrophic depths from which there is no return. And there doesn't have to be.

Martin Amis's first, ominously titled novel is a chilling little picture of an imaginary England, torn apart by acts of arbitrary brutality. A deadly serious and deadly funny example of designer violence.
Are beautiful people dead children or are dead children beautiful people?