[extract] The first message came in at 6 a.m. Rebecca Sinclair was already up, cradling a tea on the balcony, claiming her five minutes of peace before the week began. When, in the coming days, she thought back to this moment she was grateful that her phone had been on silent, that she didn't see the message immediately, and had enjoyed a last few breaths of summer before her life collapsed.

'In turn cerebral and high-octane, The Shame Archive is a flawless political thriller: gripping, smart and hugely enjoyable. The tension builds with such fervour that by the final unexpected twist, I was left with my heart in my mouth. Now finished, all that remains is to devour Harris' entire back-catalogue whilst I await the next instalment' Charlotte Philby

'Captivating and horrifying at once, a completely plausible evocation of the putrid morass that is the British Establishment and its craven capitulation to Russian money - or indeed, any money. Oliver Harris is squarely in the territory of the greats: Greene and le Carré but also the modern masters, Mick Herron and Adam Brookes. There can be no higher accolade' Manda Scott

'Oliver Harris is an outstanding writer' The Times

'One of our finest thriller writers' Evening Standard