Noon Jeff

The Dust tells the story…1968, Lancashire: It is Joe Sutter’s last summer before going to secondary school. His world is like ours but beyond and beside what we know is Greot; a vast swirling rainbow of many-coloured dust. It settles on the dead, it swathes cities and fields. Joe is one of the few who have the gift of always being able to see it. But no one knows what Greot is. Is it the trillion-eyed god? The history of everything told grain-by-grain? Prophecy? The magic of creativit? oe can’t know; all he wants to do is draw comics and listen to music. Then one day, after climbing up to the ancient tower on Brendle hill, he meets an old writer of pulp SF books who is determined to pass on the power and joy of telling stories. And everything changes. Decades later Joe is a successful SF novelist, and the time has come to tell his story, not only of how he became a writer but also how the secrets of the dust were revealed to him, one grain at a time.

“Ya Ya! The flowers are spurting pollen all over the Manchester map. Gumbo never seen such a giant, golden step before.”A tale of reality gone soft and dreams become real, from the award-winning author of Vurt. As a vast cloud of pollen descends upon the city, people are sneezing themselves to death. Sybil Jones and her daughter Boda are on paths to the dark source of the pollen, what they find will change how we see the myths we create to make sense of the world. “I’ll bet that you’ll find roads where Pollen touches the here and now of your own life, and maybe even recombines some thoughts you have about what’s real, surreal, alive, dead, organic, mechanic, attractive, repulsive, outdated, or absolutely of its time. I hope it impregnates you with ideas, as only the best poetry, art, music and stories can.”Aliya Whiteley, author of The BeautyWith a new introduction by Aliya Whiteley and a new afterword by Jeff NoonFile Under: Looking Glass / Getting High / Dog Days / Bless You