James Darke is dreading the first family Christmas without his wife Suzy. Engulfed by grief, his grudging preparations are interrupted by a persistent knock at the door. Questions about the circumstances of his wife’s death force him to confront the outside world and what really happened to her.
Isolated, angry and diminished, James soon faces a crisis both legal and psychological. It will test his resolve and threaten his freedom. Darke Matter is a brilliant, mordant examination of the nature and obligations of love. Both immensely sad and extremely funny, the story wrestles with one of the great moral issues of our time.
The long-awaited sequel to Darke . . .
Praise for Darke: ‘An original and bleakly funny portrait of grief’ Economist
‘Surprising . . . with a warmth that is genuinely and unexpectedly moving’ Guardian
‘A wondrous book with two fathers, Kingsley Amis and Dante’ Sebastian Barry
‘Makes for dark, thrilling reading . . . In James Darke, Gekoski has created a powerful, raging voice’ Spectator
‘I was beguiled and charmed by the vivid personality being revealed. By that, and by the fact that I couldn’t stop reading. Gekoski puts words together with a sure touch and deep craftsmanship’ Philip Pullman
‘Rick Gekoski’s impressive debut novel . . . Darke is both a tender and hard-hitting examination of grief and the slow, singular healing process . . . A brilliantly vivid creation . . . life-affirming and life-shattering’ The Herald
‘Stuffed with more wisdom, bile, wit and tenderness than many writers create in a lifetime. In James Darke we have a hero as troubled and eternal as King Lear . . . And in Rick Gekoski we have a late-flowering genius of a novelist who proves it’s never too late to start a glittering career in fiction’ The Times
‘An immensely enjoyable elegy . . . done with precision and patience’ The Scotsman
‘Debut delight . . . Just how this gleefully conjured misanthrope came to wall himself off from the world is the mystery at the heart of a singular first novel that evolves into a moving meditation on loss and redemption’ Mail on Sunday