Author:Niall Griffiths

Everything goes wrong from the start. The money's been stolen from the remote North Wales post office, but Darren's been over-enthusiastic with the lump hammer. The elderly sub-postmistress lies in a coma.
When Darren and Alastair get back to Liverpool only to have the money stolen from them- when a consignment of pure cocaine is added to the mix, along with some seriously dangerous criminals - things really get out of hand, and stay that way until the story finally crashes to its grisly conclusion.
A powerful piece of writing...A tragicomic lament for the generations of rejects and hopefuls who fetched up in the erstwhile "muddy pool" of Liverpool
—— GuardianExhilarating...It pulses with sincere and bracing anger
—— Times Literary SupplementThe rawness and vitality that have been present in Griffiths' writing... make him more than able to present this material unflinchingly and powerfully. Red in tooth and claw, Wreckage makes bleak but compelling reading
—— Glasgow HeraldOne of Britain's most talented younger writers
—— Time OutBrilliantly paced, sexy and hilarious... An awesome bebut... I can't wait for his second novel
—— Big IssueFresh, funny and convincing
—— Mail on SundayAngry, moving, urgent
—— Times Literary SupplementOne of my favourite books of the year...This is going to be huge...I loved it
—— Sarah Broadhurst , The BooksellerAn enjoyably bumptious coming of age novel
—— Richard Godwin , Literary ReviewTolerant, funny and real, [the narrator] ducks and dives hedonistically, lazily, gunning out x-ray observations about masculinity, models and "the magic of miscegenation" that would have had Oscar Wilde licking his lips
—— Vogue'Highly coloured, linguistically inventive...Evans has a powerful and often beguiling imagination'
—— Daily Telegraph'Sensual and poetic, as well as powerful and uncompromising...A mature, compelling and beautiful first novel'
—— Times Literary Supplement'The writing is both mature and freshly perceptive, creating not only a warmly funny novel of a Neasden childhood - with its engaging minutiae of flapjacks and icepops, lip gloss and daisy hairclips - but a haunting account of the loss of innocence and mental disintegration.'
—— Maya Jaggi , Guardian