A Man Lies Dreaming

My new novel is out October 23rd from Hodder & Stoughton. The official announcement is here.

Pre-orders are available from Amazon and Waterstones.

A Man Lies Dreaming

Deep in the heart of history’s most infamous concentration camp, a man lies dreaming. His name is Shomer, and before the war he was a pulp fiction author. Now, to escape the brutal reality of life in Auschwitz, Shomer spends his nights imagining another world – a world where a disgraced former dictator now known only as Wolf ekes out a miserable existence as a low-rent PI in London’s grimiest streets.

An extraordinary story of revenge and redemption, A Man Lies Dreaming is the unforgettable testament to the power of imagination.

One thought on “A Man Lies Dreaming

  1. You recently stated on TV, that your writing permitted the exploration of other realities. Has it occurred to you that none of us might actually be capable of experiencing our one common reality? The very next time you take up virtual pen and paper. Try to reverse engineer the means by which unadulterated reality finds its way into the human mind. That would be the ersatz encounter in an hermetically sealed enclosure. Believed by most to be the real, yet demonstrably contrarily subjective, thing.
    In actuality, there are as many ways to explain this matter as there are minds to interpret it. Here is but one of that myriad:

    With all honesty John
    in regard to your song, Imagine.
    Your thoughts were not that far wrong.
    ‘Though our problem was the inverse, all along.

    Those renditions of reality
    we compose and sing,
    may be chorused by many
    as the real thing.
    Yet underneath, there’s life’s backbeat.
    To which we are no more than busking.

    Science and religions might fight and/or fuss.
    Their claims to know all, absurd, ridiculous.
    For our kind to survive, we will need to discuss the query:
    Where would they be without us?
    Absa-tivly, poso-lutely no-place.
    Undeniably, inarguably, inexistent.

    Our lyrics may sound different,
    but I hope we shall agree.
    They are the A,G,T and C of humanity.
    Devised interpretations on life’s single symphony.

    One world is where we’re going,
    without the force and fear.
    Imaginings shed on the way,
    ‘though not a single tear.
    For none need now imagine
    how we get to there from here

    Nations are creations,
    that often fight and fuss.
    They brag of right and justice,
    in terms quite nebulous.
    If they seek continuity,
    they really must discuss the premise:
    There is no them, just us.
    Cooperatively, considerately, homogenous.
    Understandingly, overwhelmingly, coexistent.

    So, how are we to do this?
    I seem to hear you ask.
    Yet even without help
    you’ve found the right tool for the task.
    The answer’s in the questions, when truth’s hidden by a mask.

    Not one has every answer,
    to freely give you back.
    So how is it they know so much,
    about those bits they lack?
    Just pose some questions of your own.
    You’ll soon perfect the knack.

    We act like smaller creatures,
    with frequent fights and fuss.
    And boasts of knowing lots and lots.
    Childlike, preposterous.
    We have communication.
    We really should discuss, this posit:
    There are dreams, reality, then us.
    Illusive, ambiguous, ubiq’.
    Inconclusive, contradictory, oblique.
    Since every imagination, is unique.
    Oh! and did I mention, incomplete?

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