I got hold of Sebastian Beaumont’s novel Thirteen on the basis of Scott Pack’s recommendation on his very good blog.
The book revolves around the life of a Brighton taxi driver who pulls the night shift, and the strange things he begins to see and experience. What’s going on? He picks up passengers from a house numbered 13, but going back later the property is not there.
I suppose I’d describe the book as a cross between a Haruki Murakami novel and Mulholland Drive. You have to puzzle your way through it.
In between, are plenty of incidents that the author assures us did happen to him when he was a taxi driver, and they’re totally believable.
The book’s an entertaining journey and you get sucked into its strange world very easily.