Dead Souls

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Pub Date 18 May 2021 | Archive Date 18 May 2021

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For readers of Roberto Bolaño's Savage Detectives and Muriel Spark's Loitering with Intent, this "sublime" and "delightfully unhinged" metaphysical mystery disguised as a picaresque romp follows one poet's spectacular fall from grace to ask a vital question: Is everyone a plagiarist? (Nicolette Polek, author of Imaginary Museums).

A scandal has shaken the literary world. As the unnamed narrator of Dead Souls discovers at a cultural festival in central London, the offender is Solomon Wiese, a poet accused of plagiarism. Later that same evening, at a bar near Waterloo Bridge, our narrator encounters the poet in person, and listens to the story of Wiese's rise and fall, a story that takes the entire night—and the remainder of the novel—to tell.

Wiese reveals his unconventional views on poetry, childhood encounters with "nothingness," a conspiracy involving the manipulation of documents in the public domain, an identity crisis, a retreat to the country, a meeting with an ex-serviceman with an unexpected offer, the death of an old poet, a love affair with a woman carrying a signpost, an entanglement with a secretive poetry cult, and plans for a triumphant return to the capital, through the theft of poems, illegal war profits, and faked social media accounts—plans in which our narrator discovers he is obscurely implicated.

Dead Souls is a metaphysical mystery brilliantly encased in a picaresque romp, a novel that asks a vital question for anyone who makes or engages with art: Is everyone a plagiarist?
For readers of Roberto Bolaño's Savage Detectives and Muriel Spark's Loitering with Intent, this "sublime" and "delightfully unhinged" metaphysical mystery disguised as a picaresque romp follows one...

Advance Praise

The Guardian, 1 of the 10 Best Debut Novelists of 2021
Buzzfeed, A Most Anticipated Book of the Year
A New Statesman Most Anticipated Book of the Year 


“Riviere . . . artfully blends metaphysics, existentialism, ideas of originality, and plagiarism, plus an enticing dose of history and memoir in this captivating read.” —Reader's Digest, A Best Fiction Book of the Year 


"Riviere’s provocative debut novel . . . calls to mind Thomas Bernhard not only for its form but its rhythm and cadence . . . Will appeal to fans of Kate Zambreno’s Drifts." —Publishers Weekly


"Full of clever postmodern flourishes, self-referential winks and riotous set pieces. It’s funny, smart and beautifully written." —Alex Preston, The Guardian


"Dead Souls is a whip smart, razor sharp, wise-funny, highly readable animal of a first novel, and I can't recommend it enthusiastically enough." —Laird Hunt, author of Neverhome


“Mordant, torrential, incantatory, Bolano-esque, Perec-ian, and just so explosively written that I had to stop and shake the language-shrapnel from my hair and wipe it off my eyeglasses so I could keep reading.” —Jonathan Lethem


"Dead Souls is elegant, ambitious, very serious and very funny—an enlivening burst of anti-anti-intellectualism." —Katharine Kilalea, author of OK, Mr. Field


"I absolutely adored Dead Souls. Reading it felt like overhearing the most exhilarating, funny, mean conversation imaginable – which is to say it made me extremely happy and I dreaded it ending." —Megan Nolan, author of Acts of Desperation 


"Beautiful, intricately humane, and gut-wrenchingly funny; not so much cynical as a ruthless vivisection of cynicism itself. Reading Dead Souls feels like discovering the British Bolaño, and not just for the gleeful dismantling of the cultural ego: the restless, searching sensibility; the precise tuning-in to contradictory voices. I haven’t been so excited by a debut novel in a long time.” —Luke Kennard, author of The Transition


"As Brontë does so disarmingly in Wuthering Heights and Nabokov in Pale Fire, Sam Riviere gives a loquacious and pleasingly unreliable nobody the task of telling the tale of Dead Souls' true protagonist: Solomon Weise, a recently excommunicated poet who seems to have been everywhere and known everyone. In long, sure sentences reminiscent of Thomas Bernhard, Riviere cracks open the administrative heart of the contemporary literary endeavor, finding it full not of hot air but of crowds of characters, a whole shimmering historical ecosystem—in short, the world as we know it, as mesmerizingly real as it is fictional." —Lucy Ives, author of Cosmogony and Loudermilk


"Sublime, legendary, delightfully unhinged. Sam Riviere’s Dead Souls is a rare and brilliant pleasure, a coiling, searing fugue of a book that takes our deranged culture and pulls forth from it a box of stars." —Nicolette Polek, author of Imaginary Museums 

The Guardian, 1 of the 10 Best Debut Novelists of 2021
Buzzfeed, A Most Anticipated Book of the Year
A New Statesman Most Anticipated Book of the Year 


“Riviere . . . artfully blends metaphysics...


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PAGES 320

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I’m the first person properly reviewing this book and I wish there were some positive things to say about it, but really nothing comes to mind. Though I am positive that there is a chance my review might help someone save time and possibly money by avoiding this book.
Metaphysical mystery sounded intriguing. That’s what did it. In retrospect, further research should have occurred, but even knowing that the author specializes in poetry and experimental fiction wouldn’t have prepared me for the steaking pile of doodoo this was. No, wait…this is poetic, so let’s go with the flaming aggregation of excrement. In the end, it’s all the same thing, though, mainly…unreadable.
Continuing with his experimental fiction trend, the author produced a paragraph free dialogue free obscenely dense forest of a narrative wherein a semblance of a paper thin plot is thoroughly obscured by linguistic and stylistic indulgences. The plot has something to do with poets (of course) and plagiarism and contemplation of art and love and that’s about as much as I can tell you about it, because it was not easily discernible during reading and immediately forgotten upon finishing. And the only reason I even finished this book is because I’m an obsessive completist by nature. There wasn’t a single thing about this book that merited interest otherwise. The worst thing is that it isn’t like the author has no talent, it seems as though he does, at least for sentence crafting and phrase turning, but that alone is nowhere near enough to become a book.
Overwritten, overwrought, overdone, underplotted, underbaked and underwhelming. If this is metafiction, I’m not a fan. It went by quickly enough, but what a complete waste of perfectly good 240 minutes of so. Stay away. Far away. Thanks Netgalley.

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I’m judging a 2021 fiction contest. It’d be generous to call what I’m doing upon my first cursory glance—reading. I also don’t take this task lightly. As a fellow writer and lover of words and books, I took this position—in hopes of being a good literary citizen. My heart aches for all the writers who have a debut at this time. What I can share now is the thing that held my attention and got this book from the perspective pile into the read further pile.

“There were two reasons that I hadn't been listening to the head of the small publishing company, apart from the obvious one—that the head of the small publishing company was not a particularly enthralling conversationalist, for example, or the atmosphere of generalised boredom that mists these kinds of encounters, especially when they take place among a long series, as this one did that closely resemble each other in tone and subject matter.”

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