Plume

Praise for Plume:

‘…a superbly observed ‘how we live now’ satire on life and media in contemporary London’ Sunday Times

‘The book is joy unconfined: the reader is sucked along unstoppably, but glorying too with uncomfortable recognition. Fabulous in every sense’ Spectator

‘In Plume, Will Wiles both re-invents and murders the London novel, in a spectacular act of evil, surgical intensity’ Warren Ellis

‘Plume’s cast of semi-sinister clowns aren’t the most sympathetic, but it’s the suffocating, Ballardian sense of place and mental and physical deterioration that Wiles, a design and architecture writer when not a novelist, does so horribly well. Plume is about a man trapped in a prison of his own making who endlessly gets nowhere at all’ Financial Times

‘Wiles takes us deep into a subtly altered London at the mercy of the malign forces of gentrification, and seemingly in the hands of a mysterious tech maven whose new app can track every user at all times…an eerie and sometimes pretty sharp satire on the more sinister commodifications of modern life’ Daily Mail

‘Just brilliant, full of penetrating observations and an absolutely gorgeous dark-down wit’ Adam Roberts, author of The Real Town Murders

‘Relentless in its energy, wit and imagination, it’s outstanding’ Mail on Sunday

‘Over the course of three novels, his world has emerged as a particular kind of anonymous 21st-century hinterland; whether it be the airport-accessible limbo of The Way Inn, the post-Soviet wasteland of Care of Wooden Floors or the outskirts of London as depicted in the present book: “beyond Barking the city really fell apart … We were in the distribution steppes, the pylon orchards’ Guardian

‘The perfect novel for our times’ James Smythe, author of I Still Dream

‘I was dazzled by it’ Sam Byers, author of Perfidious Albion