The Resurrection Club

'It's 1829 and Edinburgh's dead are disappearing at an alarming rate. The professionals can rob a grave and leave it looking undisturbed in under an hour. Among those they supply is Dr Alexander Brodie, a genius inventor and medical showman, who has somehow invented a metal cylinder capable of extracting and storing the human soul...In 1999, the cylinder itself turns up in the hands of the mysterious Peter Dexter as he waves it aloft during a press conference for his forthcoming art installation and Edinburgh fringe theatre show. Full of show stopping scenes, this wicked piece of anti-PR for Edinburgh and its festival turns out to be as good at manipulating emotions as the characters within it.' INDEPENDENT ON SUNDAY

'A spicy mixture of Edinburgh's sinister past with the manic chaos of the Festival.' EDINBURGH EVENING NEWS

'Graveyards, drink, drugs...'The Resurrection Club' is an extremely strange book, but Wallace lays on enough pyrotechnics to keep you gripped to the very end.' HAM AND HIGH