An Italian poolside, Summer, 1970. Sex is very much on everyone’s mind. The girls are acting like boys and the boys are going on acting like boys. Keith Nearing – a bookish twenty year old, in that much disputed territory between five foot six and five foot seven – is struggling to twist feminism towards his own ends. Torn between three women, his scheming doesn’t come off quite as he expects. And now in the twenty first century, as Keith reflects on that summer holiday, the aftershocks of the sexual revolution finally catch up with him. The Pregnant Widow is gloriously risqué and ferociously funny. It is Martin Amis at his fearless best.