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A breather from the old confrontier,
By A Customer
This review is from: Landor's Tower: Or, the Imaginary Conversations (Hardcover)
This feels like Sinclair deciding it was time he got out into the country for a bit and put some ancestral mud on his boots. You get the impression from the tone that, looking back on Mother London's silhouette, he thinks he might have made a serious mistake. This is a bit like the Young Ones on Summer Holiday -- a big double decker bus wandering around the Welsh borders full of people who don't really belong there. I loved it. But then Sinclair is my man. He's even better than Moorcock or Ackroyd or Kersh or all the others. I enjoyed the gingerly relationship with the natural world but I bet Sinclair will be glad to be back in the city. He is turned on by Hawksmoor, not hawks. Give yourself a real treat. Full strength stuff by one of Britain's best.