Termush

"A classic: stunning, dangerous, darkly beautiful." —Jeff VanderMeer, author of Hummingbird Salamander and The Southern Reach Trilogy (Annihilation, Authority, and Acceptance),

"Like the radioactivity of its world, Termush crackles with an invisible, deadly energy." —Ray Naylor, author of The Mountain in the Sea  

"Termush is gripping and brilliantly spare, provocative and suspenseful. It was difficult to put this novel down, and its echoes stayed with me long after reading, haunting and lovely." —Maaza Mengiste, author of The Shadow King 

"Termush is a terrifying inquiry into the nature of survival and the fragile calm that comes after a disaster. Sylvia's Clayton's translation of Sven Holm's work is crisp and elegant; I couldn't put it down." —Catherine Lacey, author of Biography of X

“Termush offers a soul-chilling inquiry into human behavior—cruel acts and generous ones, arguably defensible and hauntingly indefensible ones—in a past that may just be approaching us again." —Megha Majumdar, author of A Burning 

"At Sven Holm’s exclusive hotel at the end of the world, the wine is chilled, management is on edge, and the Discreet Charm of the One Percent is on full display. To read Termush is to encounter an uncanny vision of the future delivered from the past crashing the perimeter of our catastrophic present. The collision is wicked and revealing." —Lisa Hsiao Chen, author of Activities of Daily Living

"Sven Holm's reemergent masterpiece is a surreal exploration of human continuity at all costs in the aftermath of societal and natural collapse. Termush could be our last-chance glimpse of what the exceptionalizing aura of wealth might ultimately offer in an all but dead world." —Pitchaya Sudbanthad, author of Bangkok Wakes to Rain 

"A superb find . . . An addition to the post-apocalyptic canon that lingers disquietingly in the reader’s mind . . . [A] survivalist variation on the hotel in The White Lotus . . . A travel guide to the world in which we are learning to live." —John Gray, The New Statesman

"A creepy and enigmatic masterpiece." —Doug Johnstone, The Big Issue

"[Termush]’s themes, which will be familiar to readers of J. G. Ballard and Cormac McCarthy, haven’t lost their urgency . . . Termush works as a parable of inequality, reminding us that, unless the world redistributes its resources more fairly, it will continue to be haunted by visions of dystopia—devastating to haves and have-nots alike." —Anna Aslanyan, The Times Literary Supplement

"A mesmerizing novel about community in the wake of a catastrophe. Both mischievously surreal and terrifyingly real, Termush is a great work on the psychology of fear." —Sandra Newman, author of The Heavens

"Termush is like the Hotel California after the end of the world. A chilling and prescient tale about alienation—you can dodge the apocalypse but you can't escape yourself." —Andrew Hunter Murray, author of The Last Day

"Building with the nauseating, relentless compulsion of a tidal wave, Termush touches on something elemental and true." —Kiran Millwood Hargrave, author of The Mercies

"A dark and prophetic noir, Termush feels like a haunting, like someone from the future screaming to us in the past—but these pages are timeless. It is a remarkable and astonishing read." —Salena Godden, author of Mrs Death Misses Death