Empty Wigs

Empty Wigs is a hallucinatory ride through the twentieth century that will cement Jonathan Meades as one of the great literary writers of our age. It moves from bloody Algiers in 1962 to the Marches in the late nineteenth century, from Lneburg Heath to suburban southern England. Its characters are damned and doomed. They exert free will so make terrible choices. Their appetites are base. Their lives are without end. They lurch to extremes. From euthanasia to terrorism and political assassination, with secrets and betrayals, great gothic houses and pseudo-scientific experiments, Empty Wigs is a vast compendium of tales from the jungle of existence which show humankind at its most abject. Many of its stories are bleak, perverse, harrowing. Many are tragically farcical. But the writing is neon-rich, gorgeous and baroque, funny and joyfully offensive. Told through frames within frames, mazes within mazes, colliding narratives and quick changing moods, Empty Wigs is a late modern masterpiece and a return to the novels origins. 'Three hundred and whatever glorious and on occasion incomprehensible words . . . In every sense, a mag. op.' Jonathon Green, editor of Greens Dictionary of Slang 'I was remind of a huge museum of taxidermy with all the characters duly fucked and stuffed accordingly. Bravo' Chris Petit, author of The Psalm Killer