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"Smart, shimmering and thought-provoking...McCarthy isn’t a frustrated cultural theorist who must content himself with writing novels; he’s a born novelist, a pretty fantastic one, who has figured out a way to make cultural theory funny, scary and suspenseful ― in other words, compulsively readable." (New York Times)

"Should you read the new Tom McCarthy book? (A: Yes. Always yes.)" (Huffington Post)

"Dazzling and elusive... a magisterial ethnographic portrait of our overstimulated, interconnected, simulacra-addicted times." (Atlantic)

"The kind of strange and ambitious fiction that you feared might have died with J. G. Ballard. ...Provokes and beguiles and, at the point of revelation, it withholds. On finishing it you will have the powerful urge to throw it across the room, then the powerful urge to pick it up to read again. And that’s what’s so brilliant." (Duncan White, 5 stars Daily Telegraph)

"Confusing, clever and about to be massive." (Stylist)

*Shortlisted for the 2015 Man Booker prize*
*Shortlisted for the 2015 Goldsmiths Prize *

*‘A horrifyingly comic novel of ideas with its fingers jammed into the light-socket of the age’ Guardian*

*‘A Kafka for the Google Age’ Daily Telegraph*
Meet U. – a talented and uneasy figure currently pimping his skills to an elite consultancy in contemporary London. His employers advise everyone from big businesses to governments, and, to this end, expect their 'corporate anthropologist' to help decode and manipulate the world around them – all the more so now that a giant, epoch-defining project is in the offing.

Instead, U. spends his days procrastinating, meandering through endless buffer-zones of information and becoming obsessed by the images with which the world bombards him on a daily basis: oil spills, African traffic jams, roller-blade processions, zombie parades. Is there, U. wonders, a secret logic holding all these images together – a codex that, once cracked, will unlock the master-meaning of our age? Might it have something to do with South Pacific Cargo Cults, or the dead parachutists in the news? Perhaps; perhaps not.

As U. oscillates between the visionary and the vague, brilliance and bullshit, Satin Island emerges, an impassioned and exquisite novel for our disjointed times.