This is Cormac McCarthy’s The Road on laughing gas – a hell bent and utterly hilarious apocalypse story about a man who survives a nuclear blast by concocting a business suite covered in cockroaches. Should sit on the shelf alongside Jonathan Lethem’s Amnesia Moon, Philip K. Dick’s Dr Bloodmoney, J.G. Ballard’s Hello America and Denis Johnson’s Fiskadoro.

Moore rewrites recent American history, blends ‘factual’ narrative with mind-blurring action, creating a serious ‘noir’ masterpiece.

America’s finest cultural critic in that he lets imagination rule.

Using Thomas Jefferson’s relationship with his slave Sally, Erickson re-imagines history. At times gruesome, always poetic, a contemporary masterpiece.

Pattern Recognition marks the moment Gibson turned his eye to the world of now, and does so with an almost DeLillo-esque style.

Terrifying, insanely experimental, brilliant.

Underworld embraces a morass of fictionalized real-life characters in a bravura remembrance of a potent moment of history.

This isn’t a crime novel. It is an evil novel. Crime pales in comparison.

OK, it’s not a novel. It’s a series of all-embracing short stories. Rather than a graphic novel, this is an audio novel. Stories in the tone of Steve Erickson meeting Raymond Chandler, best taken both shaken and stirred.