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‘Its snarky hero is a joy’, a Times and Sunday Times Novel of the Year, 2020

‘Clever, witty and perceptive . . . Gekoski writes movingly about love, loss and grief, while handling the difficult issue of assisted dying with considerable balance and finesse. Beautifully written, engrossing and heartbreakingly funny’ Mail on Sunday

‘Stylish, funny and daring . . . the clarity and energy of Darke Matter fill you with light’ The Times (best summer books)

‘Harrowing, funny, tender and nearly always beautifully written’ Sunday Times

James Darke is dreading the first family Christmas without his wife Suzy. Engulfed by grief, his grudging preparations are interrupted by a persistent knock at the door. Questions about the circumstances of his wife’s death force him to confront the outside world and what really happened to her.

Isolated, angry and diminished, James soon faces a crisis both legal and psychological. It will test his resolve and threaten his freedom.

Darke Matter is a brilliant, mordant examination of the nature and obligations of love. Both immensely sad and extremely funny, the story wrestles with one of the great moral issues of our time.

The surprising sequel to Darke . . .

Praise for Darke:

‘An original and bleakly funny portrait of grief’ Economist

‘Surprising . . . with a warmth that is genuinely and unexpectedly moving’ Guardian

‘A wondrous book with two fathers, Kingsley Amis and Dante’ Sebastian Barry

‘Makes for dark, thrilling reading . . . In James Darke, Gekoski has created a powerful, raging voice’ Spectator

‘I was beguiled and charmed by the vivid personality being revealed. By that, and by the fact that I couldn’t stop reading. Gekoski puts words together with a sure touch and deep craftsmanship’ Philip Pullman

‘Rick Gekoski’s impressive debut novel . . . Darke is both a tender and hard-hitting examination of grief and the slow, singular healing process . . . A brilliantly vivid creation . . . life-affirming and life-shattering’ The Herald

‘Staggeringly accomplished. Heartbreakingly true. A shockingly monumental first novel’ John Niven

‘Stuffed with more wisdom, bile, wit and tenderness than many writers create in a lifetime. In James Darke we have a hero as troubled and eternal as King Lear . . . And in Rick Gekoski we have a late-flowering genius of a novelist who proves it’s never too late to start a glittering career in fiction’ The Times

‘An immensely enjoyable elegy . . . done with precision and patience’ The Scotsman

‘Debut delight . . . Just how this

Publisher Review

But what enriches this novel beyond the predictable is the skilled way Gekoski entwines his protagonist's nightmarish experience of being hounded and vilified . . . * The Critic * Gekoski writes with pace, wit and a lovely eye for telling detail . . . his command of the issue of assisted dying is masterly . . . a fine read. It should go straight into the A-Level English syllabus as a set text * Jewish Chronicle * Supremely accomplished * Economist * Harrowing, funny, tender and nearly always beautifully written -- Matthew Adams * Sunday Times * A winningly sweet and sour grumpy-old-man comedy, mixing knockabout gags with heart-swelling tenderness -- Anthony Cummins * Daily Mail * A funny and stylish novel provides light in the dark . . . The central, delicate issue of assisted dying is given a fully rounded perspective by a range of intelligent voices . . . It's hard to fault Gekoski's writing, or the splendid character he has created. This book is even more stylish, funny and daring than his last. It enthusiastically embraces so many subjects, from the nothingness-but-everythingness of words to how foie gras should never come out of a tin. Contrary to its punny title, the clarity and energy of Darke Matter fill you with light -- Melissa Katsoulis * The Times * Clever, witty and perceptive . . . Gekoski writes movingly about love, loss and grief, while handling the difficult issue of assisted dying with considerable balance and finesse. Beautifully written, engrossing and heartbreakingly funny -- Simon Humphreys * Mail on Sunday *