"A delightful existential romp (if there is such a thing), Allardice's THE MANUSCRIPTS finally brings Heidegger and Marx together, although here Heidegger is a sex-starved sneak and it's Groucho, not Karl. Erudite, witty and fun, Allardice has created, with a dash of Kafka and a sprinkling of Bernhard, a delicious Mitteleuropean duck soup, full of exquisite prose and tasty complications."-Jeffrey DeShell, author of Arthouse

"A Kafkaesque quest in a gore-smeared sedan through a dark night of European intellectual history, with pitstops, pratfalls, a poisoning or two, a naked philosopher perched on a madam's roof, and a preternaturally charming jellicle cat. Outfitted with wickedly clever prose, a pointed satire (and critique) of Heideggerean philosophy, and a comic yet poignant intellectual coming-of-age tale, THE MANUSCRIPTS, like the car of 'the Driver, ' is made for 'the transportation of pleasure.'"-Elisabeth Sheffield, author of Fort Da: A Report

"The Manuscripts is a free-wheeling, side-splitting metaphysical stew. Kevin Allardice has cooked up a screwball comedy of the highest order, breathing new life into the road-trip novel."-Ravi Mangla, author of The Observant