Two new novellas from one of my favourite writers. Trust me, he should be one of your favourite writers too.
The first great south London novel of 2013. Signed copies available now.
Huge congratulations to Kerry Hudson for her shortlisting for the Guardian first book award. Entirely deserved. And we have (a few) signed copies left too.
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.
I would also highly recommend Drury's last book The Driftless Area.
Now in paperback, the latest novel from one of my favourite writers and perhaps his most ambitious yet. An allegory, a fairytale, a bit Lewis Carroll a bit Calvino and entirely magical.
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
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
Books from America 
Website 
'Happy is a strong word.' The new, brilliantly written, novel from Dan Chaon.
Back then it was always sandals, bottom half of a flower-print bikini, faded Country Joe and the Fish Tshirt.
Wonderfully playful picture book featuring Tiny, Moonpie and Andre. Signed copies available.
Well aware that no animal has ever been sued for libel, Cheeta, star of Tarzan and Doctor Doolittle, tells it as it really was. Naughty boy.
Learn more about The Mousehunter - read the first chapter, buy a signed copy with exclusive free badge 
Now with added Booker and Costa. This is what I said in February. 
If you haven't already visited the website for this book, go there 
I woke up in a foreign armpit. Buy a signed copy 
The London boozer fully explained. Now smoke free. The funniest fucking book you will read all year. So funny in fact, that Steven Hunt is not allowed to carry a copy on public transport. Buy 
Dancing round the kitchen, doing the dishes with the kids on a Sunday night, I treat them to the B52s (or the B-twee and fiftigs as we called them in darkest Amsterdam) and decide that I would like “Roam” played at my funeral. Fuelled by a half decent red and Napster, I cheered the children up immeasurably when I then announced the full list of funeral tunes. No, mummy isn’t going to die. But, this is what she’d like to hear when she does:-
Roam – B52s
You’re More Than Fair – Kilburn & the High Roads
Love the One You’re With – Stephen Stills
Night & Day – Frank Sinatra
Young at Heart - ditto
Kodachrome – Paul Simon
You Can’t Always Get What You Want – Rolling Stones
Finally, the tune to which me and my fellow ballet dancers finish off the class on a Friday with a gallop (yes..). I think it is by that tart Tchaikovsky but I’ll have to check with the teacher....
Where have the kids gone, Jon?
Justine, do you ever have that somewhat clichéd fantasy of being present at your own funeral (present as in tucked away amongst the pews, sporting a diaphanous veil and sniffing for effect, rather than in the casket)? Would you walk around checking people's reactions and thinking "I knew it!" And can you imagine how annoying it would be if they played someone else's songs, amongst which were, say, Chico Time, by Chico, and Touch my Bum, by the Lembit Opik twins? And do you think the gathered blubberers would immediately know there had been some mix up, or simply raise eyebrows at each other and embark on the weary business of passing everything they knew about you through the prism of this startling revelation?
Posted by: paul morley | January 23, 2007 at 02:12 PM
People think I'm odd when I say I want that song at my funeral so I'm glad there's two of us who give this consideration Justine.I'm going to come in to Uptown Girl and I don't want to be wheeled in on a zig-zag trolley by 6 old fogies chanting all this dust to dust stuff so I've placed an order to be carried aloft by 6 nicely oiled Chippendale types.I've also said I shall be wearing designer clothes in my box,shrouds are so last year.
Posted by: dovegreyreader | January 23, 2007 at 06:53 PM
Paul, I don't have out-of-body experiences - ahem - in the Castaneda-styleee, but I can imagine them. Worse, my list seems awfully mawkish in your scenario and I'd absolutely loathe any snivelling. Chico Time it is then. I will amend accordingly. Or, praps stick to Plan B: no service, donate body to science and have mad profs remove my eyeballs accompanied by the Bonzos (now I am overwhelmed with the image of Homer Simpson in the limited edition of Operation yelling, "I'm awake!" when you take out his kidneys with the little tweezers.. ).
Posted by: justine | January 24, 2007 at 09:36 AM
But DG, it is a serious business. When mum died sans instructions, we were stymied by grief and those drunkenly in charge of the unwanted coffin launch, vetoed every suggestion. We were faced by the prospect of a vicar, who had taken the shilling for the plot but who probably guessed my mum was atheist by her complete absence at his church throughout her residence nextdoor, saying a prayer, coughing, and us all going home. In the event, a nice bloke called Al came and played his sax and another dear friend sang some Gershwin. I can just see mum screaming out with frustration: "Where's Placido?" and indeed, "Where are the oiled Chippendales? Don't you know anything about me?" Everybody must a compose a list right now..
Posted by: justine | January 24, 2007 at 09:45 AM
*Everybody must a compose a list right now...* Joe Dolce, right?
Posted by: JonathanM | January 24, 2007 at 10:52 AM
Actually to cheer up our rather dire team meetings we have invented an imaginary funeral business run by women (this because we got wind of a very undesirable chap working for the local parlour)We are to be called Stiff Sisters and the send offs we have dreamed up have had us all paralysed with laughter.Then we decided to offer a service for disposal of ashes too and that was priceless and probably all very tasteless (someone wanted to be put in George Clooney's muesli) but when you work in the NHS these days you have to find your own laughs.
Posted by: dovegreyreader | January 25, 2007 at 06:21 PM
the stones track is a great choice for a funeral- but I've always hoped to hear it at a wedding
julian
Posted by: julian | January 28, 2007 at 03:37 PM