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.
Well come to the after party of the after party, they said, It's what my dad would have wanted you to do.
I didn't know this person and so I declined further.
Ten million pounds he's left me, they said. Ten million pounds.
That's great, I said and pretended to make a phone call.
Another person came through the door.
He had snowy white hair and a snowy white beard and he walked with a stick and he bent towards me with a conspiratorial wink and told me about the evils of drink and how he had nearly died from whisky and gin, and just for a moment or two I persuaded myself that I was being visited by
Clarence Odbody the guardian angel from It's a Wonderful Life.
That was a fortnight ago, he said. But I took myself off for counselling.
I don't blame anybody but myself, he said. Nobody to blame but me.
It had a hold of me, he said, but thank goodness I'm better now.
I'm not boring you am I? he asked.
Not at all I told him. It was a quiet afternoon in a bastard of a week and for a moment I thought it might be fun if he could rewind my life and show me what Crystal Palace might be like without a bookshop, how the lives of its citizens would have been immeasurably impoverished, or something like that.
And then I'd wake up on Christmas morning rich in pocket and spirit.
But then he said, smoothing his beard so that I noticed the nicotine stains at the edges of his mouth, mind you, I've just had a couple in Witherspoons. I've had a drink or two of beer. Just the light stuff. The three per cent stuff. That's all.They can't touch me for that.
Ben Moor paid us a visit today and delivered copies of his new book Each of Us (and other things). The main piece in the book is the text of his latest show which he read at the shop back in May. Last weekend he performed it at Latitude to 700 people with a rock band. You can buy a copy, signed and numbered, just over there on your left.