On a still and frozen day between Christmas and New Year, a man’s body is found lying in his ruined flat. Found, and then taken away, examined, investigated and cremated.
As the state begins its detailed, dispassionate inquest, the man embarks on his last journey through a world he has not ventured into, alive, for years. In his wake, a series of fractured narratives emerge from squats and alleyways across the city: the short and stark story of the man, and of his friends who look on from the shadows, keeping vigil as the hours pass, paying their own particular homage.
As they watch, their stories unfurl layer by layer; stories of lives fallen through the cracks, hopes flaring and dying, love overwhelmed by a stronger need, and the havoc wrought by drugs, distress, and the disregard of the wider world.
Intense, exhilarating, and shot through with hope and fury, Even the Dogs is an intimate exploration of life at the edges of society; littered with love, loss, despair and a glimpse of redemption.
Even The Dogs is published by Bloomsbury in the UK and USA, and is available to buy right now; here in the UK,.
The Guardian have got in with the first review already. It’s pretty good, we think.
The Metro (“extraordinary”) also approves. You can see their review, with others, here. But note, meanwhile, that Mark Haddon has already described it as “a rare combination of profound empathy and wonderful writing,” and John Harvey has called it “a stone-cold brilliant achievement.” And the Bookseller, has featured it as a recommended title for February, with one panelist calling it “a tragic and thought-provoking masterpiece.”
There’s also a very thoughtful review by a blogger, here, by someone who didn’t expect to enjoy the book, and still isn’t sure whether she did. But is recommending it all the same, kind of.