IN BOOKSTORES NOW
The Dimensions of a Cave is out now with Farrar, Straus and Giroux in the US and Granta Books in the UK.
Links to my earlier publications can be found at my author homepage.
When the investigative reporter Quentin Jones’s story about covert military interrogation practices is buried, he is spurred to dig deeper, and he unravels a trail that leads to VIRTUE: cutting-edge technology that simulates reality during interrogation.
As the shadowy labyrinths of governmental corruption unfurl and tighten around him, unnerving links to his protégé Bruce—who, like Joseph Conrad’s Kurtz, disappeared into the war several years earlier—keep emerging.
A virtuoso journey into networks of power, our embroilment with new technologies, and the dangers of corruption, Greg Jackson’s The Dimensions of a Cave explores our drive toward war, violence, and venality, placing humanity and idealism under the spotlight.
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“Greg Jackson’s The Dimensions of a Cave is, sentence to sentence, a linguistic marvel, a genre-bending tale with moral and philosophical stakes as profound as they come.”
—D I N A W   M E N G E S T U, author of All Our Names
“Greg Jackson is an athletically talented writer who packs so much into every single sentence and scene it almost scares me. His debut novel is somehow both a hardboiled thriller and a philosophical treatise
with dialogues that would make Sorkin blush.”
—C A T H E R I N E   L A C E Y, author of Biography of X
“Greg Jackson’s prose is sly, wise, and almost self-consciously heroic, undaunted by the present moment, though it threatens to be our last.”
—J O S H U A   C O H E N, author of The Netanyahus
“The Dimensions of a Cave tells a very contemporary story about surveillance capitalism, virtual reality,
and twenty-first-century forever war, but it will still be read a century from now for the news it brings
about the timeless riddle of the human self. That sounds like dust-jacket hyperbole, I know, but this
book seems as likely to last as anything I’ve read in years. It’s increasingly rare these days to find a
novelist with Greg Jackson’s world-swallowing ambition, and rarer still for one to make good on that
ambition as gloriously as Jackson does here.”
—C H R I S T O P H E R   B E H A, author of The Index of Self-Destructive Acts
“Greg Jackson’s first novel, after his terrific story collection, Prodigals, is an ambitious and challenging
work about the lies that men and journalism and government tell about each other and themselves. If
Bob Woodward were to find himself in a twenty-first-century Pynchon novel, this might well be the result.”
—K E I T H   G E S S E N, author of A Terrible Country