Little Hands Clapping is now officially out, in a magnificent hardback edition at a no-need-to-wait-for-the-paperback-price (a tenner, maybe even a bit less if you shop around). And how did Rhodes spend his publication week? Was it a giddy whirl of late nights, champagne and limousines? No, it wasn’t. Sources close to the author have confirmed that he spent the week indoors, laid up with a virus – we suppose this must be nature’s way of keeping him humble. Rhodes’ team of physicians have declared him to be over the worst, so the 2010 leg of his Tour Without End will be kicking off as planned at Blackwell’s in Edinburgh at 6 o’clock this Wednesday (10th Feb). It’s free, just turn up. Louise Welsh will be reading too.
Reviews are still alarmingly good:
While his contemporaries waste their time scrambling around for the zeitgeist, Rhodes has ploughed his own idiosyncratic furrow, time and again delivering quirky little books of genius, stories that brilliantly marry a perfectly precise prose style, a wonderfully dark comic manner and a heart-mangling dose of pathos… Almost every page of Little Hands Clapping has superb quirks or asides which will have the reader laughing. A sublime, brilliant novel. The Scotsman
While never losing sight of the monstrousness that ensnares his characters, Rhodes remains gloriously, mordantly funny. The Independent
Little Hands Clapping ought to be the book that brings Rhodes out of the “cult favourite” bracket. If the writers behind The League of Gentlemen or The City of Lost Children wanted a piece of tear-jerking Grand Guignol for their next film project, it would be ideal. Indeed, the most moving aspect of the book is not what happens to the characters, but what it does to the reader: reading it is like taking a deep breath into the lungs of your imagination. Scotland on Sunday
In other news, Rhodes has given an interview to Savidge Reads. Click here to find out what people who complain about unhappy endings are invited to do to his sock.
And his interview with The Skinny lives here. Full marks to the interviewer, Keir Hind, for spotting the Les Dawson reference…
We can hear the helicopter dropping off our massive consignment of copies of Little Hands Clapping, so we’re off to the helipad on the roof. More to follow. Happy reading…






