This is going to sound like total brown-nosing (ass-kissing to my American friends), but most of my favourite books of this year so far have been published by Faber & Faber. My publisher.
Seriously, here’s a list of fantastic novels:
Claire DeWitt and the Bohemian Highway by Sara Gran
Tampa by Alissa Nutting
Graveland by Alan Glynn
Strange Bodies by Marcel Theroux
And When She Was Good by Laura Lippman
The Cry by Helen FitzGerald
You should definitely check them out. They are all FUCKING AMAZING.
And I have a pile of other Faber titles that I’m dying to get into as well. For the sake of balance, I should point out I’ve loved a few non-Faber books too, notably Ruth Ozeki and William McIlvanney (both Canongate) and the new John Niven, Straight White Male, published by William Heinemann. But generally, Faber are the dog’s bollocks.
That brown-nosy enough for you?
*Bonus point to anyone who spots the obscure Scottish football reference in the headline.