'A savage, surreal and very original imagination' Sunday Telegraph
After the scandalous theft of a pub's World Cup cash kitty, a homeless drifter pursues his eccentric uncle: 'The Man Who Walks', up into the Highlands to recover the money - a cool -27,000. The nephew's frantic, stalled progress and other bizarre diversions form this wickedly hilarious novel. But who is The Man Who Walks? Is he simply a water-carrying madman with one glass eye and a fondness for whisky and pony nuts, and who has a physiological inability to handle slopes? Or is he a savant, touched by the hand of God, wandering the back roads along ancient, ancestral tracks? And as the sinister, unstable nephew gains on The Man Who Walks, can it be that it will all end in a field and that this field is Culloden Moor?
“The Man's a genius - one of the most influential literary mould-breakers ever”
“Nobody takes literary and inventive risks that pay off quite like Warner's do - The book is an immense pleasure”
“Warner is unique and treasurable”
“A triumph of blackly comic modern gothic-Warner's a brilliant writer and his wild imagination is captured in prose of demented lyricism”
“The Man Who Walks confirms this Scot as one of the most unusual and provocative writers working this side of the Atlantic”