"Mike was a hawler, although he would have spelt it differently had he known the word at all. At this stage, it was unclear what a hawler was-or what a hawler did. But Mike knew he was one and probably knew what one was and what one did, even if he didn't know the name itself."
Nemonymous Night is a tale of magic and dream. A rich collage of the British townscape and psyche. A spiral of details, mundane things imbued with significance and significant things that feel mundane. More outsider art than portrait. Missing children and angel wine - ocean liners and helicopters - and a drill vehicle bound for the core of the earth.
DF Lewis's remarkable novel is brought back into print again, for the first time in hardcover.
