This is a Spectator / New Statesman / Daily Telegraph / Guardian / Times Literary Supplement / Observer Book of the Year. It was shortlisted for the 2016 Man Booker Prize. It is winner of the 2016 Gordon Burn Prize. Nine men. Each of them at a different stage of life, each of them away from home, and each of them striving - in the suburbs of Prague, beside a Belgian motorway, in a cheap Cypriot hotel - to understand just what it means to be alive, here and now. Tracing an arc from the spring of youth to the winter of old age, All That Man Is brings these separate lives together to show us men as they are - ludicrous and inarticulate, shocking and despicable; vital, pitiable, hilarious, and full of heartfelt longing. And as the years chase them down, the stakes become bewilderingly high in this piercing portrayal of 21st-century manhood.
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David Szalay is the author of three previous novels: Spring, The Innocent and London and the South-East, for which he was awarded the Betty Trask and Geoffrey Faber Memorial prizes. Raised in London, he has lived in Canada and Belgium, and is now based in Budapest. In 2013 he was named as one of Granta's Best of Young British Novelists.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
He leaves the office two hours earlier than usual. Mid-afternoon, half-empty train to Gatwick. A window seat on the plane. Weak tea, and a square of chocolate with a picture of Alpine pasture on the wrapper. And then it hits him. Floating over the world, the hard earth fathoms down through shrouds of mist and vapour, the thought hits him like a missile. Wham. This is it. This is all there is. There is nothing else.
A silent explosion.
He is still staring out the window.
This is all there is.
It’s not a joke. Life is not a joke.
She is waiting for him at arrivals, holding up an iPad with his name on it, though she knows what he looks like from his picture on the website and approaches him, smiling, as he stands there facing the wall of drivers with their flimsy signs.
‘James?’ she says.
The difference in height is significant.
‘You must be Paulette.’
She has a scar – is it? – on her lower lip, a pale little lump, somewhat off centre. There is a handshake. ‘Welcome to Geneva,’ she says.
And then, the motorway – on stilts, through tunnels. France. The low sun on one side of his face. Fresh evening light.
She says, ‘So, tomorrow.’
‘Yes.’ He is watching something outside, something on the move in the green-gold light. Everywhere he looks, he sees money.
‘I’ve arranged for us to meet them at the site,’ she says.
‘Fine. Thank you.’ She is efficient, he knows that. She answers his emails promptly, with everything he needs.
He had started speaking to her in French, as he followed her out of the arrivals lounge. She had answered in English, and for a minute there was a silly situation with each of them speaking the other’s language.
An immaculate, turning tunnel – a sound like holding a shell to your ear.
Then the long, late-summer dusk again.
He says, in English, ‘What’s the weather going to be like? Tomorrow.’ It is important, will make a difference.
‘Like this,’ she says. ‘Perfect.’
‘I arranged it for you.’ It sounds slightly awkward, the way she says that.
He smiles tiredly.
Shifts his feet in the footwell.
‘Well,’ he says, after too long a pause, ‘thank you.’
The surge of the motorway is making him sleepy.
The lush glow of everything. Outside, green slopes strive skywards, rich with evening sunlight, thickly gold.
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How many years has he been doing this now?
They leave the motorway at Cluses, and she pays a toll.
Cluses is prosaic, a series of small roundabouts. Flower baskets hanging from street lights. Midget plane trees brutally pollarded in the French fashion. It is where she lives, she tells him. She leans forward over the wheel to look up at some window and, pointing with a lifted index finger, says, ‘That’s where I live.’
‘Okay,’ he says, pretending to be interested.
Then they have left the town and are hairpinning up the side of the valley. On the other side, mountains soak up what is left of the sunlight.
She lowers her window a little. The air smells of manure, wet grass. ‘Do you know the area?’ she asks.
He says he doesn’t. ‘Mostly we do stuff a bit further south,’ he explains. ‘Cham. Val d’Isère.’
She works for the developer, Noyer.
‘I cover part of Switzerland too,’ he tells her.
The hairpins are over. The road passes through villages, under trees, through massing shadow.
‘This is nice,’ he says politely.
She nods again. ‘Yes, it’s nice, up here.’
‘Very. Has Monsieur Noyer got other plans?’ he asks, trying not to sound too interested. ‘After this.’
‘I think so. You can ask him, on Friday.’ ‘I will.’ He wonders what Noyer is like, whether they’ll get on. What Noyer will make of his proposal. He isn’t even sure what his proposal will be yet. He needs to think about that.
‘It’s more and more popular, this area,’ she says.
‘It’s more typical,’ she says, ‘than the more established areas.’
‘Seems like it.’
A village. They slow markedly – severe speed humps. Trees heavy with moss. Ski-hire shops – Location du ski – shuttered out of season. Signs advertising honey for sale.
‘We’re nearly there,’ she says, accelerating as they leave the village. ‘It’s the next one.’
It is evening now, unambiguously. She has turned on the headlights.
There is a long straight stretch with solemn tall pines. Then the road swings left, passes over the noise of hurrying water – he sees it fraying white over stones – and they are there. ‘Here we are,’ she says.
A mass of signage meets them – signs for hotels, pizzerias, walking trails, ski lifts. Everyone trying to make some sort of living.
And then the deeper gloom of a modest avenue of trees.
On either side of the road, among the apartment buildings, a few old blackened barns still stand in unsold fields.
Quickly, imprecisely, seeing them through the trees, he tries to work out what they might be worth, those fields.
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