Sunday, 07 May 2017 09:11

A Cure for Solitude

'A real page turner' 'A real page turner'

Crime fiction title, A Cure for Solitude, set in London and Prague is 'a real page turner.' If you buy this you'll be buying something great!

This fiction doesn't stop here. Author David Whiteman is working on a second novel, The Black Hand. As soon as you've finished the first, the follow up will be here before you know it. 

A Cure for Solitude, Book of the Week in Foyles on date of release. Free postage anywhere in the world, if you buy it here.

Definitely worth a read. Give ACFS it a go! 

Synopsis: Londoner Alex returns  from his travels and finds himself at a loss. His friends have moved on. He has no motivation in life and he is looking for something to fill a void. Lucy, a Canadian he met whilst abroad, calls him and invites him for a drink. She introduces him to a strange gentleman, from Prague, called Dominik. Dominik and Alex connect and Dominik sees in him an apprentice as a smuggler!

They move to Prague where Alex takes up his new role. In the new beautiful city Alex soon finds he needs to find a way to get out of the smuggling trade.. 

Reviewed in The Metro: Five Questions Interview


Dave Bryant, A Tale of Two Cities: 'Whilst "A Cure for Solitude" is largely set in Prague, and sells itself on being based in Prague, the shadow of London looms heavily over the whole story. The main characters Alex and Dominik may not be from London, but they meet there whilst based in the city, and are marginalised residents, wastrels of different kinds. Alex has drifted himself into a life of no fixed abode dwellings and casual acquaintances, and lacks a direction, purpose or anchor. Dominik the smuggler, on the other hand, has an unpleasant Eastern Bloc history he is trying - and patently failing - to move on from. The novel manages to effortlessly encapsulate the mindset of discontent drifters with two stories of their own to tell. Unlike many books taking on this subject, it also drifts into the world of criminal activity with a deftness of touch, stopping short of hyperbolic, inflammatory prose. This is a fascinating piece of work which doesn't disappoint, and is also enormously readable. You'll recognise Prague immediately - but you'll sense a certain sort of lonely London personality between the lines as well.'