<p><b>''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</b><br><br><b>''Full of clever postmodern flourishes, self-referential winks and riotous set pieces. It''s funny, smart and beautifully written'' Alex Preston, <i>The Guardian</i></b><br><br><br><b>''I absolutely adored <i>Dead Souls</i>. 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 <i>Acts of Desperation</i></b><br><br><i>''I first heard about Solomon Wiese on a bright, blustery day on the South Bank...''</i><br><br>Later that evening, at the bar of the Travelodge near Waterloo Bridge, our unnamed narrator will encounter that very same Solomon Wiese.<br><br>In a conversation that lasts until morning, he will hear Sol