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The Death Of The Heart (Vintage Classics)
The Death Of The Heart (Vintage Classics)
by Elizabeth Bowen
Edition: Paperback
Price: £7.79

21 of 23 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars A superb, moving novel, 22 Nov. 2002
Elizabeth Bowen could produce page-turners worthy of the best
commercial novelists, but she had a knack of making the most of
the apparently ordinary. This story of a young girl's courtship and the small betrayals which lead to the 'death of the heart' is totally engrossing and moving. It had me reading into the night with an unidentifiable sense of dread and it left me in tears.
A superb novel.


London Bone
London Bone
by Michael Moorcock
Edition: Paperback

1 of 2 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Maverick genius, 21 Nov. 2002
This review is from: London Bone (Paperback)
Like Anthony Burgess, Michael Moorcock is a generous Prometheus. A genius who can turn his hand not only to every form of fiction, but many forms of poetry and music. He has written films, graphic novels and some incisive criticism. He has also worked as a journalist and an editor. An old-fashioned literary man to some, a vulgar over-producer to others. However, it is in these short stories that Moorcock's delicacy of touch, as well as his stunning originality, can best be witnessed. Capable of the epic ironies of the Pyat novels, the visionary humanity of Mother London and King of the City, as well as some of the funniest science fiction in the genre, Moorcock here gives us a lonely widow making the best of her life in A Winter Admiral, an old woman recollecting her seedy father in London Blood, a ruined
oracle in The Clapham Antichrist, a woman remembering revenge taken on a child-abusing priest in Doves in the Circle. London Bone is a cautionary tale told by a West End wideboy while The Cairene Purse takes us to Egypt and a very strange birth which might only exist in the memory of an Englishwoman who discovers
an ancient university complex. Furniture describes the resilience of a woman trapped in the ruins of a block of flats
razed by a terrorist bomb and Through the Shaving Mirror is a
sardonic fable about time and boxing. Lost London Writers is an article in which Moorcock recommends a number of writers I, for one, had never heard of. Because Moorcock has enough talent and curiosity to satisfy a dozen ordinary writers, the literary world shows the same caution towards him it showed to Burgess. Yet ultimately, as these stories show, he will be remembered as one of our literary greats. A little knowing vulgarity is worth far more than a lot of cautious good taste.


London Orbital: A Walk Around the M25
London Orbital: A Walk Around the M25
by Iain Sinclair
Edition: Hardcover

28 of 38 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Astonishing, fascinating, couldn't put it down, 21 Nov. 2002
Knowing Sinclair as a brilliant, if sometimes knotty, writer, I wasn't sure he was going to pull this idea off. He chose to walk around the M.25, sometimes accompanied by various eccentric friends, sometimes encountering eccentrics along the way. The road, as in certain famous American books, actually provides the narrative and dynamic. You keep reading, just as you might keep walking or driving -- just to see what's around the next turn and the next. This is a fascinating mix of fact, poetic inspiration and commentary on the state of our country, especially as exemplified by London. It mourns the death of history, the corruption of our humanity, just as it tells us things we never knew about London's fringes. Why, for intance, were all the mad houses set where they were? What mysterious, maybe poisonous factories are located there? Who inhabits this strange, previously unremarked wasteland? Sinclair's prose is laconic,
poetic and utterly engaging. I thought this would be a book I would dip into now and again. Instead I found myself refusing food and sleep until I had finished it. It has something in common with Cobbett, just as Sinclair seems to have much in common with those eighteenth century writers who took an interest in EVERYTHING. Some of his usual heroes are here - Ballard, the
poet of the motorways, Moorcock, the visionary explorer of unknown London alleys - but the book has a freshness of vision and prose which invigorates or reinvigorates everything he talks about.
The quality of paper and binding should also be mentioned. Few books, these days, are as well made and, like Sinclair's sturdy
prose, built to last for centuries!


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