Excerpt from the Guardian's review:
Rubbernecker by Belinda Bauer (Bantam Press, £14.99) provides a different sort of reality check. In her fourth novel, the author of the outstanding Blacklands turns her attention to altered states of mind, in the form of the Asperger's syndrome of Patrick, the eponymous rubbernecker, and a ward full of comatose patients in a Cardiff hospital. Unable to read emotions and lacking access to metaphor, Patrick finds other people baffling, but an obsession with death, prompted by the demise of his father, leads him to study anatomy at university in a bid to understand what happens when people cease to be. Meanwhile, lying speechless and motionless in the neurological ward, Sam Galen believes that he has witnessed a doctor murdering the man in the next bed but is unable to tell anybody about it ... There's a third, Roald Dahl-esque storyline involving a lazy and self-centred nurse, and Bauer draws all three strands together at the end for an intelligent, disturbing read.
Always a bit of punch in the stomach for me when I read the assertion that I (as an ASD person) cannot read emotions (I can) and can't understand metaphor (I'm a published poet and writer). The usual stigmatising stereotypes, I guess.