This is one of Jim Crace's best known novels and focuses on the lives, or better, the deaths of a middle aged biologists couple celebrating their anniversary. The description is quite extreme, an the narrator does not save any ideas or perceptions when enumerating the infinte steps of the decomposing bodies. The couple's daughter is a character that will give some twists (and turns), and Crace manages to surpass morbidity creating something peculiar: a mixture of decay as well as inspiration: beauty through a biological dissection. Reminds me of Foucault's The Birth of the clinic. The idea of death as segmentaion and endless stages... Reminds also to Horacio Quiroga's 'Hombre Muerto'