‘An intricately plotted novel of international intrigue that reads like a wickedly inspired collaboration by the young Evelyn Waugh, Patricia Highsmith, and Martin Amis. His prose glitters like a dagger, propelling us through a maze of deceptions and unexpected revelations’
JOYCE CAROL OATES
‘Cynical, dry, and as sharp as a skewer. A wicked, twisty read’
‘Glencross is blisteringly gifted – funny and brilliant – and tells a great, gripping story about the beautiful monsters of the London super-elite’
‘Perfectly constructed and elegantly written, this is a superior thriller’
NetGalley, UK Books of the Month for March 2017
Mail on Sunday, Thriller of the Week
‘Impeccably plotted … (Hoffer) might have been written by P.G. Wodehouse’s evil twin’
The Daily Telegraph
‘Hoffer, born in Ohio but repurposed as a raffish, art-fancying scrounger, is by Graham Greene out of Patricia Highsmith … the novel packs a considerable punch’
‘Hoffer’s loose involvement, years ago, with a Mexican drugs cartel provides the thriller element in Glencross’s character study of this Gatsbyesque figure … (Glencross’s) meticulous portrayal of Hoffer’s circle, its convoluted codes and catty manners, makes you wonder how he ever gained close enough access to this beau monde to conduct his research’
Times Literary Supplement
‘A likeable capriccio, stuffed with epigrams’
William Hoffer – handsome, refined, a little cold perhaps – is an established figure in London society.
But Hoffer has secrets. He is vague about his Midwestern origins. The counsel he offers a Russian billionaire may extend to murkier topics than art investments. Then there is his Kensington flat, which is only rented, and the broader question of his money, which is running out.
When a ghost from his past in Mexico surfaces, Hoffer is forced to revive brutal instincts for self-preservation . . .