David Mitchell is the author of the novels Ghostwritten,
number9dream, Cloud Atlas, Black Swan Green, The Thousand Autumns
of Jacob de Zoet, The Bone Clocks, Slade House and Utopia Avenue.
He has been shortlisted twice for the Booker Prize, won the World
Fantasy Award, and the John Llewellyn Rhys, Geoffrey Faber Memorial
and South Bank Show Literature Prizes, among others. In 2018, he
won the Sunday Times Award for Literary Excellence, given in
recognition of a writer's entire body of work. His screenwriting
credits include the TV shows Pachinko and Sense8, and the movie
Matrix: Resurrections.
In addition, David Mitchell together with KA Yoshida has translated
from Japanese two autism memoirs by Naoki Higashida: The Reason I
Jump and Fall Down Seven Times, Get Up Eight.
He lives in Ireland.
Ingenious . . . a deliciously creepy story to be read for plot and
for pleasure, with your heart racing, and your eyes involuntarily
skipping forwards to find out what happens
*Sunday Times*
Packed with heady ideas and pulsing with dark energy . . . both
dazzlingly inventive and compulsively readable
*Financial Times*
An elegant fright-fest of the highest order . . . Mitchell
masterfully, humorously, combines the classic components of a scary
story - old house, dark alley, missing persons - with a realism,
when describing the lives of the victims, that is pacy, funny and
true
*The Times*
A clever and deep-frozenly chilling Gothic horror story . . .
genuinely good, genuinely scary
*Daily Mail*
Mitchell seamlessly brings together his clashing parallel realities
through wordplay so dazzling it seems to defy its own gravitational
rules
*Metro*
Chilling and dazzling . . . but the real skill of the book is in
its emotional impact. Mitchell makes you care about each of the
narrators
*Scotland on Sunday*
Irresistible
*Mail on Sunday*
Mitchell's most pleasurable book to date, which also features some
of his finest writing . . . a quiet, delightful triumph
*Literary Review*
Plants died, milk curdled, and my children went slightly feral as I
succumbed to the creepy magic of David Mitchell's Slade House. It's
a wildly inventive, chilling, and - for all its other-worldiness -
wonderfully human haunted house story. I plan to return to its
clutches quite often
*Gillian Flynn, author of Gone Girl*
A fiendish delight . . . Mitchell is something of a magician
*Washington Post*
One of the most enjoyably, deliriously frightening novels I've read
in ages . . . gleeful, skin-crawling brilliance
*Observer*
His work manages to beguile, impress and delight in equal parts . .
. highly effective, creepy and witty
*Irish Times*
It's a gripping premise which becomes increasingly suspenseful as
the stories move closer to the present day . . . Be warned, this is
not a book to read before bedtime
*Independent on Sunday*
Manically ingenious . . . Vending-machine horror tropes, believable
characters, wild farce, existential jeopardy, meta-fictional jokes:
into the cauldron they go. Mitchell is at home in this kitchen
*Guardian*
A marvellously horrific, sharp and concise masterpiece . . . The
novel's brevity should not lead the reader to underestimate just
how much punch Mitchell's prose packs. His fiction is
intoxicating
*Lady*
I gulped down this novel in a single evening. Intricately connected
to David Mitchell's previous books, this compact fantasy burns with
classic Mitchellian energy. Painstakingly imagined and crackling
with narrative velocity, it's a Dracula for the new millennium, a
Hansel and Gretel for grownups, a reminder of how much fun fiction
can be
*Anthony Doerr, author of All the Light We Cannot See*
Crackling with menace, yet a delightful sly wit
*Sunday Mirror*
A deliciously creepy, page-turning mystery . . . Mitchell's gift
for characterisation shines through, making everyone vivid
*SFX*
Mitchell flits among the realest of voices - a shy teenage girl, a
washed-up cop - in the most supernatural of settings: a brilliant,
career-long high-wire act. If you haven't read him yet, Slade House
is your 238-page, pocket-size gateway drug
*Time*
Brilliantly done, spooky, tense and beautifully written, full of
the writerly flourishes that Mitchell is rightly famous for
*Daily Express*
A ripping yarn . . . Like Shirley Jackson's Hill House or the
Overlook Hotel from Stephen King's The Shining, [Slade House] is a
thin sliver of hell designed to entrap the unwary . . . As the
Mitchellverse grows ever more expansive and connected, this short
but powerful novel hints at still more marvels to come
*San Francisco Chronicle*
The joy in Slade House is in the discovery. It's in seeing
different people make the same mistakes over and over again . . .
It's in thinking that you'd be smarter, of course. That you'd see
through all this B-movie schlock (like creepy portraits, sad ghosts
and stairways that go nowhere), find the secret door, and escape.
Only to find that you're already trapped
*NPR*
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