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
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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
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'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.
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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 
On 25 June, 1961, Bill Evans – accompanied by Scott LaFaro on bass and Paul Motian on drums – recorded the tracks that would be released as “Sunday at the Village Vanguard” and “Waltz for Debby”, two of the most revered albums in modern jazz. Ten days after the live session at the famed New York club, LaFaro was killed in a car crash. The tragic death of the 25-year-old bassist credited with revolutionising the way his instrument was played affected Evans so deeply that he disappeared from the New York jazz scene for several months.
These bald facts are as well-known to jazz fans as is Evans’s history of drug addiction. But Welsh novelist Owen Martell uses them as a basis for exploring not just the inner life of Evans but also the concerns of the people closest to him – his older brother, Harry Jr, and his parents, Mary and Harry.“Intermission” – the first of Martell’s three novels to appear in English rather than Welsh – is a short book (barely more than 150 pages), but it is far from a quick and easy read. Divided into movements centred on each of these protagonists, it is a dark study of an artist being created out of the hopes and anxieties of those around him. From the moment that we see Harry Jr following his younger brother as he heads up to Harlem to obtain his fix, we are caught up in an almost suffocating atmosphere as the jazz giant starts to fall apart while his family apparently pretend that all is normal. Rather like a jazz performer playing around the melody, Martell introduces telling scenes of domesticity – whether reading to the niece honoured in “Waltz for Debby” or playing golf with his father in Florida, where his ever watchful brother sends him in the hope of aiding his recovery – that are just a respite (or intermission) from the pianist’s desperately sad and lonely existence. Imagined it may be, but the story in this book certainly casts fresh light on those recordings.
Roger Trapp blogs about music here.
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