Lengthy novel, published in 1964, about the descent into madness of a sexually repressed secretary in London. It may well conclude in a bloodbath of violent retribution, but at over 350 pages of wooden prose, who’s ever going to know?
The Record Books : if best-selling albums had been books instead…
Christophe Gowans 
Wooden prose? Ever actually heard the album?
Ummmm… this isn’t about the album.
The album doesn’t have wooden prose. It has wooden rhymes.