Newly reprinted, Huw Lemmey's caustic wit drives fanfiction to the edge in the smutty political satires, Red Tory: My Corbyn Chemsex Hell and its predecessor Chubz: The Demonization of my Working Arse .

Tom Buckle is an ambitious young moderate Labour apparatchik, rising happily through the party bureaucracy on a diet of bottomless brunches, legitimate concerns and drug-fueled Blairite sex parties. That is until he meets Otto, a charismatic young radical whose urge for cocks, communism, and a mysterious plot for the victory of the holetariat opens his eyes to a changing world. Finding himself thrown into a chaotic new political landscape of pigfucking PMs, frog-frenzied neonazis and falafel-throwing communists, Tom has to pick a side. Will he manage to find a third way to a safe seat, or will Corbyn’s terrifying red horde make his moderate mission impossible? And can Tom resist the most seductive of all highs — pure, high-grade socialism, main-lined straight into London’s clogged and throbbing veins?

So much for a kinder, gentler form of politics!

‘Philip K Dick meets Stewart Home. Red Tory is the hallucinogenic gay commie porno love story we all need right now. I snorted every line of it. Spitzenproduke uses the delirium of erotic revolution to negate the consensual fantasy of middle-of-the-road politics, which lands us, in a sort of double negative, back in the real potentials of our everyday sensory lives. All power to the power bottoms!’ — McKenzie Wark

‘Gifted both with a vivid erotic imagination and sharp political insight, Huw Lemmey has created a satire adequate to the bleak fears and wild hopes birthed by our times. This novel is a sweet love story, an acidic political parody and a bell tolling for centrism, a multisensory post-Brexit romance radiating wild communist dreams.’ — Hannah Black

‘Despite its terminally unlikeable characters and woefully depressing backdrop of Brexit era Britain, you’re unlikely to find a funnier, sexier, or smarter piece of satire. Red Tory: My Corbyn Chemsex Hell is everything the title promises: a tell-all espionage action, detailed documentation of the current political climate, and biting (literally) critique of liberal male homosexual culture. It’s also really hot—I’d recommend reading on the train, with the cover clearly visible.’ — Linda Stupart

‘At once clarifying and caustic, Huw Lemmey’s psychedelic fanfiction cuts through its chosen subject matter like a chemical peel to reveal a fresh, seething strangeness beneath. His first novel, Chubz: The Demonization of my Working Arse (2016), imagines in deranged detail the sexual exploits of Guardian columnist Owen Jones, while its follow-up, Red Tory: My Corbyn Chemsex Hell (2019), threads together tabloid anxieties about sexual depravity and the shift away from centrism in the Labour Party into what McKenzie Wark termed a “gay commie porno love story.”’ — Hans Ulrich Obrist, TANK

‘Tom’s chemical-sexual adventure is set against a number of key events: Corbyn’s election as Labour leader, the revelations of Cameron’s “pig-fucking,” Farage sailing his Brexit flotilla up the Thames, a pervasive sense of centrist and fascist conspiracy…By privileging psychedelic and psycho-sexual experience in this way, the novel puts its faith in the emancipation of libidinal energies, ideas not so dissimilar from those first promoted by counter-cultural thinkers like Wilhelm Reich and Herbert Marcuse. Or, as Otto describes it, the drug will have the effect of “all humans, working to negate themselves as individuals through the communistic act of orgasm.”’ — James Miller, 3:AM

‘Do we civilians know what 21st century war looks like, on whatever battlefield, or are we too lost in the fog of it to see? Red Tory is full of the tropes of insurrection—the “Red Falafel Thugs” with their croissant grenades, for example. These initially ask to be read as a satirical stylization of the conflict that is the focus of the book‘s first half—i.e. that between the Corbynite Labour left and the Blairite Labour right—but take on a different resonance when, in the second half, it is revealed that a new front in the broader culture war perpetrated by the alt-right is underway.’ — Ross McElwain, LA Review of Books

‘Red Tory could help you think about developing a socialist revolutionary consciousness through or with poetic form, communist sexualities, shame, voids and masturbation. But it’s also just a comment on how all this absolute horseshit around and inside us is the context for the excesses we hope to feel outside of it; nothing outside of it is outside of it; anything outside of it needs to fuck both in and outside of its frame.’ — Em Size, Sydney Review of Books

‘Although primarily written as a piece of left-wing agitprop, Lemmey has a literary eye for detail (a line about the ‘piss-gold sun’ sums up his eye for the seedy and corrupted), adept at blending pastiche with serious social critique…Dealing more with the avatar of Jeremy Corbyn “the absolute boy” than the politician himself, and gleefully rejecting notions of authenticity and narrative realism, Red Tory revels in the darkest recesses of our political id. To misquote another story about a nice gay boy gone wrong, Red Tory might just be the novel the age was searching for, and is afraid it’s found.’ — Thom Cuell, Minor Literatures