My friend Maud recommended this book to me. Rupert Thomson is one of her favorite authors and she sold me when, in her email to me about the book, she wrote that his books are "incredibly propulsive" and that The Book of Revelation, in particular, is "pretty fucked-up!"

Sold.

From the novel:

And so it came, the day of his mutilation.
     He was lying on the floor, as usual, when the door opened and the women filed in, one by one. All three of them were wearing red hoods over their heads. All three of them were naked. They looked like the cardinals of some arcane or sacrilegious church. The hairs lifted on his arms. There had been a change in the women. He could feel it. It was as if, in stripping themselves of their clothes, they had removed all decency, all inhibition. As if, naked, they might be capable of truly monstrous things.

I couldn't put The Book of Revelation down. Just a warning, though: it's not for the squeamish.