A sharp, experimental science fiction novella exploring the modern workplace, signs and kissing.

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An unnamed protagonist shifts, sprints, swerves and transmorphs through the “Centre!” (exclamation mark required), a research institute in some northern British city, in our current jittery moment. Glitches in reality abound: expect research into alien life that goes nowhere, an underground hospital, an Entrepreneur-in-Residence, and ‘lingerers’ slithering under glass doors (you know, like a worm).

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Centrefolding is my dream novelette: gossipy, pacy, and full of gorgeous swerves of language. With enviable wit and inventiveness, it diagnoses the maladies of our contemporary institutions, and reveals the corporate-washed future as the bad joke it is. It’s a book for the sick, the precarious, the loiterers, and the brilliant and glamorous in spite of it all – Kirsty Dunlop has written a future cult classic. 

- Daisy Lafarge (Lovebug)