Plume
PLUME examines the relationship between truth and memory: personal truth, journalistic truth, novelistic truth. It is a surreal and mysterious exploration of the precariousness of life in modern London.
Reviews
Just brilliant: wonderfully written, beautifully observed, full of penetrating observations and an absolutely gorgeous dark-down wit.
Wiles’s masterful prose and uncanny ability to find the truth in how we live makes this the perfect novel for our times.
With acid wit and an acute eye for the absurdity of our age, Wiles deftly holds all our ailments in balance. Plume is a chilling indictment of our big data present, an acerbic satire of gentrification and trendy disruption, and a painfully frank, deeply affecting anatomy of addiction. I was dazzled by it.
Wiles is basically Kafka, if Kafka had spent more time in British hotels and pubs.
The book is joy unconfined: the reader is sucked along unstoppably, but glorying too with uncomfortable recognition. Fabulous in every sense.
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 mired in finality, the London novel – perhaps – to end them all.
[A] superbly observed how we live now satire on life and media in contemporary London.
Self-aware, biting and very funny, Wiles’s novel is a stylish romp through hipster East London – and the black hole at its heart.
Will Wiles’s hugely entertaining third novel resembles nothing so much as a Nathan Barley for the Brexit generation, and is as dark and uproarious as that sounds.
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