To Be Continued - Tapa blanda

Críticas

A real romp of a road novel featuring a talking toad. I can't wait (Val McDermid, The Observer)

Publisher's description. A madcap Highland adventure about midlife crises, new friends, and second chances. Douglas Findhorn Elder is fifty years old, recently dumped and suddenly jobless. Mungo Forth Mungo is a talking toad. And as luck would have it, this toad is determined to help his hapless human chum to sort his life out... (Penguin)

Joyful, warm-hearted, funny ... but buried within are serious points about the stories we tell about ourselves, how history shapes our identity, scarred landscapes and self-selecting communities. In heartsore times we need more books like this. (Guardian)

Funny and fun ... To Be Continued manages to be sad and happy at the same time. You can engage with the post-modern games and references if you like, or you can just sit back and laugh, and cry. A Scottish baroque novel, full of tricks and trinkets, written with warmth and wit. (The National)

Robertson manages to skilfully join the quirky with the serious; the surreal with the real. His take on contemporary Scotland is insightful, eccentric and highly readable. (The Scotsman)

To Be Continued, with its harem-scarem scenarios and surreal twists, was written to entertain. (Sunday Herald)

A wildly eccentric tale laced with dry, deprecating wit (The Times)

Contraportada

'I have all that a man newly turned fifty can reasonably desire, other than a job, a settled relationship and confidence in the future . . .'

Douglas Findhorn Elder is all washed up. Or so he thinks.

He has split up with his partner, jumped (before he was pushed) from his job at an ailing Edinburgh newspaper, and moved back into his now-empty childhood home. But on the night of his fiftieth birthday, after a few too many glasses of red wine, he makes a new friend: a talking toad called Mungo. And life takes an unexpected turn.

Soon Douglas is travelling to the Highlands, Mungo in tow, on the wild goose chase of a lifetime. Awaiting them at crumbling Glentaragar House - if they ever get there - are its sprightly geriatric proprietor, her enigmatic granddaughter, an alcoholic teetotaller with a three-way personality split, a whisky-smuggling conspiracy, and maybe even a shot at redemption...

'A wildly eccentric tale laced with dry, deprecating wit' The Times

'Robertson manages to skilfully join the quirky with the serious; the surreal with the real. Insightful, eccentric and highly readable' Scotsman

'As mad as a box of frogs. An absurdist Caledonian caper. A Scottish baroque novel, written with warmth and wit' National