A new book from Ben Moor, hot from Latitude, before Edinburgh. The text of his latest show, a short story, three poems and more. Signed and numbered edition of 500 copies.
Now in paperback the brilliant Tony Hogan. Signed copies available.
Signed copies of Evie Wyld's wonderful new novel All The Birds, Singing. About a woman named Jake, a man named Clare, and a dog called Dog.
Buy a signed copy of Matt Haig's The Humans, a funny, touching meditation on what it is to be, well, human.
Snapper by Brian Kimberling is a lovely book. The quirky, gracefully nonchalant story of a young man's coming of age in southern Indiana, it spins tall and not so tall tales in the manner of a near neighbour to Lake Wobegon with more than a dash of Annie Proulx.
I would also highly recommend Drury's last book The Driftless Area.
One of my favourite novels, The End of Vandalism by Tom Drury. "Quite heartbreaking,laugh-out-loud funny, and always, absolutely convincing" - Jayne Anne Phillips.
One of the most talked-about and blogged-about books of the summer. And deservedly so.The hardback has now gone out of print. We have two left.
Buy a signed copy of Driving Jarvis Ham the brilliant new novel by Jim Bob.
This is being boosted in some quarters as the ‘new’ Beach. It’s not. It’s much better than that. Imagine, if you will, a cross between The Long Good Friday and Point Break. A physical novel closer to Tim Winton or Kem Nunn worth the price of admission for the diving scenes alone and a must for anyone who has ever dipped a toe in the water. Signed copies.
Now in paperback, the brilliant new collection of stories by Dan Chaon.
The latest McSweeney's with a poem from Bolano and a piece of Elmore Leonard.
A new collection of short stories from Tessa Hadley. The often unexpected, calmly told. Lovely cover too. Now watch them bork the paperback.
Lovely weed-fueled ramble across Britain in the dark. Fireworks, football, a bit of shagging, It could have been the worst thing I've ever read (not that not fond of all of the above). But it's not, it's good. Buy it for your boyfriend
Buy a signed copy of Mark's very funny book.
One way or another the end of the world is coming. Beautifully, individually signed by Steven Appleby and Art Lester.
“In his own danceless life he couldn’t imagine anyone laughing on a November dawn but here it was. He tried to dismiss the image of three nude girls in the same bed but it was like trying not to think of a white horse.” Pete Dexter quoting Jim Harrison in his glorious review for the NYT.
Geoff Dyer's book of the year (The Guardian 26th Nov) It has a ramshackle loquacity, a down-home hyper-eloquence and an off-the-wallishness that is almost lapidary... And now James Wood reviews it in the New Yorker.
This is very funny. Kraftwerk meets Magnus Mills. Sort of. Read The Independent's review here
Driving on the Rim. Thomas McGuane
The new novel - It is a truth universally ackowledged that a single woman in possession of a trailer has a gun...
Version 43. Philip Palmer
The new novel - Sardonic Vonnegutian satire - The Guardian. Signed copies available now.£8.99.
Tao Lin. Richard Yates
The new novel £10.99.
This is a working farm
Peter Carey. Parrot and Olivier in America
It didn't win the Booker Prize. Hardback. Our copies £6.99.
Tapping the Source. Kem Nunn
I read this when it first came out in (Good Lord!) 1984. I thought it was great. Robert Stone calls it 'the all time great surfing novel'. You might like it too. £4.99.
I'm sorry, I say, but we don't sell laminating sheets.
Plastic film? he says.
We don't sell plastic film, I say.
We sell books, I tell him.
Books, he repeats.
He looks at me suspiciously and backs away from the counter, and then turns his attention to the shelves, slowly walking the corners of the shop, peering into every bay, considering each shelf in turn, before shaking his head and walking quickly out.
Theo is ten years old and lives in a mansion on Long Island that may once have been the house that inspired The Great Gatsby. In an attic he finds a cache of photographs including Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, the Rat Pack around the pool when it was still working. But the pool is no longer working and there is no food in the house save for some tins of Fray Bentos pies that get fed to the dogs. Theo misses his dad who is English and a rock star off touring the world. Currently he is in Australia. Theo lives with his grandfather and with Colin who is charged with looking after the two of them, which isn’t easy for Colin because Colin is generally, in the manner of an early 80s rock star-hanger-on, ‘out of it’. More hangers-on roam the house. Theo approaches the pantry looking for food, only to hear ‘sex sounds’ coming from the other side of the door. His glamorous, but strung out mother arrives with more hangers-on. Sex noise is everywhere. His father comes home to make a new record at the house, literally propped up by his record company, hanging from the arm of the CEO. He decorates a Christmas tree in one of the big rooms. He lavishes presents on Theo. It isn’t Christmas Theo complains, which is true, but a rock star, one of the most famous people in the world, can have Christmas anytime he likes.
Theo by Ed Taylor (Old Street £12.00) has all kinds of woozy echoes from rock’s catalogue of excesses, and if some of them are naggingly familiar the author’s genius is to refract them through the innocent eyes of a ten year old boy, which he does beautifully. This is a terrific book that transcends its subject matter to become a haunting meditation on childhood.