Novelists are ventriloquists, shape shifters, ghoulish inhabiters of other lives,” wrote the English author Andrew Miller. This is certainly true of Scottish writer David Keenan, who loses himself in the multifarious voices he creates. Keenan has said that he doesn’t remember writing this novel, his third, and that when he stumbled across it on his hard drive, “it spoke to me in an unrecognisable voice, a voice that seemed fathomless, bottomless”. There is indeed something uncanny about this haunting book, which connects frozen St Petersburg with misty St Andrews, and in which ghosts and saints hover over every page.

– The Guardian

Xstabeth by David Keenan @ Review at The Guardian