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The Raw Shark Texts by Steven Hall

The Raw Shark Texts - Steven Hall
bookshelves: winter-20152016, dec-2015-free-for-all, hardback, paper-read, published-2007, sci-fi, dodgy-narrator, doo-lally
Recommended to Bettie☯ by: Hunger For Knowledge
Read from March 02 to December 01, 2015


Would you look at that, on the inside title page, a yellow post-it note saying
The bastard love-child
of The Matrix, Jaws and
The Da Vinci Code


Description: Eric Sanderson wakes up in a house one day with no idea who or where he is. A note instructs him to see a Dr. Randle immediately, who informs him that he is undergoing yet another episode of acute memory loss that is a symptom of his severe dissociative disorder. Eric's been in Dr. Randle's care for two years -- since the tragic death of his great love, Clio, while the two vacationed in the Greek islands.
But there may be more to the story, or it may be a different story altogether. As Eric begins to examine letters and papers left in the house by "the first Eric Sanderson," a staggeringly different explanation for what is happening to Eric emerges, and he and the reader embark on a quest to recover the truth and escape the remorseless predatory forces that threatens to devour him.

The Raw Shark Texts is a kaleidoscopic novel about the magnitude of love and the devastating effect of losing that love. It will dazzle you, it will move you, and will leave an indelible imprint like nothing you have read in a long time.

The animal hunting you is a Ludovician. It is an example of one of the many species of purely conceptual fish which swim in the flows of human interaction and the tides of cause and effect. --from page 64

Tilda Swinton reads one of the most mesmerising passages in The Raw Shark Texts


Into the un-space beneath Waterstones in Deansgate, Manchester.

Dr Trey Fidorus: Hull, Leeds, Sheffield, Manchester, Blackpool

Some parts were eyescorching, yet this slipstream novel does not have the staying power once that back cover is shut in the same way that echoing thoughts of House of Leaves lingered deliciously for days