Hisako Onoda, world famous cellist, refuses to fly. And so she travels through the Panama Canal as a passenger on a tanker bound for Europe. But Panama is a country whose politics are as volatile as the local freedom fighters. When Hisako's ship is captured, it is not long before the atmosphere is as flammable as an oxy-acetylene torch, and the tension as sharp as the spike on her cello…

'Apocalyptic is the first word that springs to mind to describe this violent and powerful novel in which Banks once again demonstrates his extraordinary dark powers of imagination… impressive'

'Brilliantly crafted'

'Currents of dark wit swirl through Banks' writing, enriching its buoyancy… and, like Graham Greene, he can readily open the reader's senses to the «foreignness» of places'

'Extraordinary, brilliant, bloody'

n. 1. the fact of being an accomplice, esp. in a criminal act

A few spliffs, a spot of mild S&M, phone through the copy for tomorrow's front page, catch up with the latest from your mystery source — could be big, could be very big — in fact, just a regular day at the office for free-wheeling, substance-abusing Cameron Colley, a fully-paid-up Gonzo hack on an Edinburgh newspaper.

The source is pretty thin, but Cameron senses a scoop and checks out a series of bizarre deaths from a few years ago — only to find that the police are checking out a series of bizarre deaths that are happening right now. And Cameron just might know more about it than he'd care to admit…

Involvement; connection; liability — Complicity is a stunning exploration of the morality of greed, corruption and violence, venturing fearlessly into the darker recesses of human purpose.

'A remarkable novel… superbly Grafted, funny and intelligent" Times

'A stylishly executed and well produced study in fear, loathing and victimisation which moves towards doom in measured steps" Observer

'Compelling and sinister… a very good thriller" Glasgow Herald

'Fast moving… tightly plotted" Sunday Times

El hombre que se despierta en el mundo extraordinario del puente sufre amnesia, y su médico parece no querer curarlo. Pero ¿eso importa?

Explorar el puente ocupa la mayor parte de sus días. Pero por la noche están sus sueños. Sueños en los que los hombres desesperados conducen carruajes sellados a través de montañas yermas rumbo a un extraño encuentro; un bárbaro analfabeto asalta una torre encantada mediante una tormenta verbal; y hombres destrozados caminan eternamente sobre puentes sin fin, atormentados por visiones de una sexualidad que los lleva a la perdición.

Yacer en cama inconsciente después de sufrir un accidente no parece muy divertido a simple vista. ¿Y si lo es? Depende de quién seas y de lo que hayas dejado atrás.

Iain Banks está considerado como uno de los escritores más innovadores de la narrativa británica actual. El puente es una novela de contrastes perturbadores, donde se funden el sueño y la fantasía, el pasado y el futuro.

Frank Cauldhame, il diciassettenne protagonista della , è uno dei personaggi più cattivi della letteratura, non solo contemporanea. Frank uccide: a sangue freddo, minuscoli insetti e innocenti bambini. Frank odia: il padre, ex hippy con manie da scienziato pazzo; la madre, che lo ha abbandonato subito dopo averlo messo al mondo; tutte le donne, quasi tutti gli uomini e la maggior parte degli animali. Ha un fratello, maniaco incendiario appena uscito dal manicomio (le cui vittime preferite sono i cani). E ha un amico, Jamie il nano, con cui beve birra al pub. Frank non piace a nessuno e nessuno piace a lui, in realtà non piace nemmeno a se stesso, e sull’isolotto scozzese sul quale vive da recluso vive una vita scandita da complessi rituali, plasmati sulla base di una personalissima religione…

Una favola inquietante di «educazione alla violenza», un romanzo micidiale che mescola l’universo giovanile a un immaginario allucinato al limite dell’incubo.

A man lies in a coma after a near-fatal accident. His body broken, his memory vanished, he finds himself in the surreal world of the bridge - a world free of the usual constraints of time and space, a world where dream and fantasy, past and future fuse. Who is this man? Where is he? Is he more dead than alive? Or has he never been so alive before?

'Iain Banks of THE WASP FACTORY eclipses that sensational debut...a real dazzler'

'Great artistry, great virtuosity ... great exuberance'

'This one's his best yet'

'THE BRIDGE is serious, but playful; it is full of throwaway jokes, minor tangles for the reader to sort out, political/cultural references to the kind of reality that rarely gets into British literature, and nuggets of surprising truth juxtaposed with outrageous lies... convincing in a way too little fantasy or mainstream literature is'

The Business, a nearly omnipotent enterprise, is so infinitely discreet that even its top executives are vague about its actual business. It predates the Christian church and counts among its vast riches dozens of Michelangelo's pornographic paintings and several sets of Crown jewels. The only thing it lacks is political clout, a problem the Business plans to solve by buying a nation and joining the United Nations. Kate Telman, the Business's foremost expert on emerging technologies, is chosen to lead the effort. As this beautiful, ambitious American woman pursues the ultimate prize for her highly secretive transglobal employer, Iain Banks -- whom of London calls "the most imaginative British novelist of his generation" -- offers a portrait of today's ubiquitous multinational corporations. Already a bestseller in England, paints a picture that is at once wickedly satirical and frighteningly familiar.

Enter — if you can bear it — the extraordinary private world of Frank, just sixteen, and unconventional, to say the least.

"Two years after I killed Blyth I murdered my young brother Paul, for quite different and more fundamental reasons than I'd disposed of Blyth, and then a year after that I did for my young cousin Esmerelda, more or less on a whim.

"That's my score to date. Three. I haven't killed anybody for years, and don't intend to ever again.

"It was just a stage I was going through."

Graham Park is in love.  But Sara Ffitch is an enigma to him, a creature of almost perverse mystery.  Steven Grout is paranoid - and with justice.  He knows that They are out to get him.  They are.  Quiss, insecure in his fabulous if ramshackle castle, is forced to play interminable impossible games.  The solution to the oldest of all paradoxical riddles will release him.  But he must find an answer before he knows the question.

Park, Grout, Quiss - no trio could be further apart.  But their separate courses are set for collision...

"A feast of horrors, variously spiced with incest, conspiracy, and cheerful descriptions of torture... fine writing" The Times

"The author's powerful imagination is displayed again here every bit as vividly as in his debut" Financial Times

"Establishes beyond doubt that lain Banks is a novelist of remarkable talents" Daily Telegraph

A little knowledge can be a very dangerous thing…

Innocent in the ways of the world, an when it comes to pop and fashion, the Elect of God of a small but committed Stirlingshire religious cult: Isis Whit is no ordinary teenager.

When her cousin Morag - Guest of Honour at the Luskentyrian's four-yearly Festival of Love - disappears after renouncing her faith, Isis is marked out to venture among the Unsaved and bring the apostate back into the fold. But the road to Babylondon (as Sister Angela puts it) is a treacherous one, particularly when Isis discovers the Morag appears to have embraced the ways of the Unsaved with spectacular abandon …

Truth and falsehood; kinship and betrayal; 'herbal' cigarettes and compact discs - Whit is an exploration of the techno-ridden barrenness of modern Britain from a unique perspective.

'Fierce contemporaneity, an acrobatic imagination, social comment, sardonic wit ... the peculiar sub-culture of cult religion is a natural for Banks, and Luskentyrianism is a fine creation'

'One of the most relentlessly voyaging imaginations around'

'Banks is a phenomenon ...I suspect we have actual laws against this sort of thing, in the United States, but Iain Banks, whether you take him with the "M" or without, is currently a legal import'

'Entertaining ... comically inspired'

Fue uno de los incidentes menos gloriosos de una antigua guerra.

Provocó la destrucción de dos soles y de los miles de millones de vidas que sustentaban.

Ahora, ochocientos años después, la luz del primero de estos antiguos errores ha llegado al orbital de la Cultura Masaq. La luz del segundo podría no llegar a hacerlo.

She came from one of the more disreputable aristocratic families.

Sharrow was once the leader of a personality-attuned combat team in one of the sporadic little commercial wars in the civilization based around the planet Golter. On an island with a glass shore – relic of some even more ancient conflict – she discovers she is to be hunted by the Huhsz, a religious cult which believes she is the last obstacle before their faith's apotheosis. She has to run, knowing her only hope of finally escaping the Huhsz is to find the last of the ancient, apocalyptically powerful but seemingly cursed Lazy Guns. But that is just the first as well as the final step on a search that takes her on an odyssey through the exotic Golterian system and results in both a trail of destruction and a journey into her own past, as well as that of her family and the system itself;

a journey that changes everything.

The war raged across the galaxy. Billions had died, billions more were doomed. Moons, planets, the very stars themselves, faced destruction; coldblooded, brutal, and worse, random. The Idirans fought for their Faith; the Culture for its moral right to exist.

Principals were at stake. There could be no surrender.

Within the cosmic conflict, an individual crusade. Deep within a fabled labyrinth on a barren world, a Planet of the Dead proscribed to mortals, lay a fugitive Mind. Both the Culture and the Idirans sought it. It was the fate of Horza, the Changer, and his motley crew of unpredictable mercenaries, human and machine, actually to find it, and with it their own destruction.