"What could be nicer than to draw the nets, pull the curtains to, turn up the log effect fire, switch on the telly and relax since you're compelled to stay at home. But now I understand, it's under house arrest - not home arrest."
In his monologue, House Arrest, the novelist Will Self responds to a week of news that has reported the release of various individuals after periods of imprisonment. The narrator is holed up somewhere that is both familiar and strange. And surely his release, poised to happen any moment, marks the end of it all?