Hari Kunzru is the author of the novels The Impressionist,
Transmission, and My Revolutions, and is the recipient of the
Somerset Maugham Award, the Betty Trask Prize from the Society of
Authors, a British Book Award, and the Pushcart Prize. Granta has
named him one of its twenty best young British novelists, and he
was a Fellow at the New York Public Library’s Cullman Center for
Scholars and Writers. His work has been translated into twenty-one
languages, and his short stories and journalism have appeared in
The New York Times, The Guardian, The New Yorker, the London Review
of Books, Wired, and the New Statesman. He lives in New York
City.
www.harikunzru.com
“A beautifully written echo chamber of a novel.” —David Mitchell,
author of Cloud Atlas
“Gorgeous and wise.” —Douglas Coupland
“A wildly ambitious novel that spans centuries." —Michiko Kakutani,
The New York Times
“A distinctly American novel worthy of comparison with the best
work of Pynchon and DeLillo.” —Salon
“Kunzru can rival … any current novelist with the strength of
his prose and imaginative boldness.” —The Wall Street Journal
“[A] big, innovative, questioning book…. Deeply beautiful.” —San
Francisco Chronicle
“Quite a ride: This is a book in which monks of the 18th century
trudge the Mojave with drug-sodden hippies from the Summer of Love.
A book in which Native Americans poised at the twilight of a dying
culture try valiantly to guard their myths from relentlessly
literal-minded anthropologists. . . . Here are cynical veterans
from World War II, hard-bitten GIs fresh from Iraq, randy
communards, washed-up bankers, wasted groupies whose only thought
is their next roach or a place to park their sleeping bag. Here is
death, sex, and rock-and-roll. And all of it, as random as it may
sound, is a fitting paean to this jittery world.” —The Washington
Post
“A stunning achievement. . . . Gods Without Men will undoubtedly
prove to be one of the most important works of fiction published
this year.” —The New York Journal of Books
“Ambitious and wonderful. . . . Rather than looking for easy
answers, Kunzru suggests, we should read instead for the
questions—remembering that when you travel in the desert, what
looks like an oasis is usually just a mirage.” —Milwaukee Journal
Sentinel
“[A] dreamscape of a novel. . . . Kunzru is a fiercely intelligent
writer, who exhibits remarkable control over both his material and
his impressive variety of narrative voices.” —Slate
“The clever symmetries that link the stories reveal the bleached
bones of America; violence, an unending contest over the politics
of meaning and faith.” —The Paris Review
“A compelling exploration of cosmic-American weirdness.”
—Entertainment Weekly
“[Kunzru’s] deft descriptions of contemporary life capture
attention, but what impresses at the end of this novel is its sense
of history as a mosaic of endless variations on the human effort to
make sense of the world.” —The Washington Times
“Gods Without Men [is] in a genre all by itself. It’s not a
book easily forgotten, and it may haunt you after you’ve closed the
final pages.” —Bookreporter
“The finest novel about a cult since Portis’s Masters of Atlantis.”
—Time Out New York
“A powerful excavation of the frayed nerves of New Age America.
Whether dealing in UFOs, Indian legends or derivative trading
systems, Gods Without Men is a novel about the need for faith in a
fragmented, postmodern world shorn of grand narratives and credible
belief systems.” —The New York Observer
“Mind-blowing. . . . One of the most original novels I have read in
years, daringly imaginative, funny and troublesome, and above all a
commentary on certain kinds of lunacy that helps define the
American character. . . . The ride the writer takes us on up until
the final page is one hell of a hair-raising experience, almost
every scene demonstrating Kunzru’s extraordinary virtuosity.”
—Counterpunch
“Simultaneously simple and complex, clear and ambiguous.” —The
Philadelphia Inquirer
“Beautifully written, ambitiously conceived.” —Newsday
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