My Purple Scented Novel follows the perfect crime of literary betrayal, scrupulously wrought yet unscrupulously executed.
'You will have heard of my friend the once celebrated novelist Jocelyn Tarbet, but I suspect his memory is beginning to fade...You'd never heard of me, the once obscure novelist Parker Sparrow, until my name was publicly connected with his. To a knowing few, our names remain rigidly attached, like the two ends of a seesaw. His rise coincided with, though did not cause, my decline... I don't deny there was wrongdoing. I stole a life, and I don't intend to give it back. You may treat these few pages as a confession.'