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  • Published: 1 June 2011
  • ISBN: 9781446466193
  • Imprint: Vintage Digital
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 304

The Man Who Walks




'A savage, surreal and very original imagination' Sunday Telegraph

After the scandalous theft of a pub's World Cup cash kitty, a homeless drifter pursues his eccentric uncle: 'The Man Who Walks', up into the Highlands to recover the money - a cool -27,000. The nephew's frantic, stalled progress and other bizarre diversions form this wickedly hilarious novel. But who is The Man Who Walks? Is he simply a water-carrying madman with one glass eye and a fondness for whisky and pony nuts, and who has a physiological inability to handle slopes? Or is he a savant, touched by the hand of God, wandering the back roads along ancient, ancestral tracks? And as the sinister, unstable nephew gains on The Man Who Walks, can it be that it will all end in a field and that this field is Culloden Moor?

  • Published: 1 June 2011
  • ISBN: 9781446466193
  • Imprint: Vintage Digital
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 304

About the author

Alan Warner

Alan Warner is the author of eight novels: Morvern Callar, These Demented Lands, The Sopranos, The Man Who Walks, The Worms Can Carry Me to Heaven, The Stars in the Bright Sky, which was longlisted for the 2010 Man Booker Prize, The Deadman's Pedal and Their Lips Talk of Mischief. He is Writer in Residence at Edinburgh University.

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Praise for The Man Who Walks

A brilliant road movie (on foot) of a book

Irvine Welsh

The Man's a genius - one of the most influential literary mould-breakers ever

Time Out

Nobody takes literary and inventive risks that pay off quite like Warner's do - The book is an immense pleasure

Guardian

Warner is unique and treasurable

Daily Telegraph

A triumph of blackly comic modern gothic-Warner's a brilliant writer and his wild imagination is captured in prose of demented lyricism

Big Issue

The Man Who Walks confirms this Scot as one of the most unusual and provocative writers working this side of the Atlantic

New Statesman