''Mordant, torrential, incantatory, Bolano-esque, Perec-ian, and just so explosively written that I had to stop and shake the language-shrapnel from my hair and wipe it off my eyeglasses so I could keep reading'' Jonathan Lethem
''Full of clever postmodern flourishes, self-referential winks and riotous set pieces. It''s funny, smart and beautifully written'' Alex Preston, The Guardian
''I absolutely adored Dead Souls. Reading it felt like overhearing the most exhilarating, funny, mean conversation imaginable--which is to say it made me extremely happy and I dreaded it ending'' Megan Nolan, author of Acts of Desperation
''I first heard about Solomon Wiese on a bright, blustery day on the South Bank...''
Later that evening, at the bar of the Travelodge near Waterloo Bridge, our unnamed narrator will encounter that very same Solomon Wiese.
In a conversation that lasts until morning, he will hear Sol
