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.
Last Wednesday we were honoured to have Jami Attenberg come and read from The Middlesteins (along with Melissa Harrison whose brilliant book Clay is also just a click away up there on the left). It was a special evening on a cold night at the top of a hill in south east London.
The Middlesteins is now being read on Radio 4 as the Book at Bedtime, you can catch it here and find out for yourself how good it is.
It really is a wonderful book and don't for a second let that rather *homely* cover put you off - Jonathan Franzen loved it and he's never wrong.
Better still, we have a few signed copies for sale, but you will need to be quick.
There is something immediately seedy about
urban wildlife, something threatening, something unnerving. In an era
when half the world’s population now lives in cities, humanity is
turning its back on nature. City parks should be trimmed and manicured —
neat, tidy, well-lit, safe. Nature, in all its danger, should really be
out there, somewhere else, in the countryside — in the wilderness. As
humans become urban creatures, they foster a mistrust for the wildlife
that creeps into their concrete confines. This, then, is a book about
Melissa Harrison picks us a gentle and intimate path through the green
spaces of own her personal corner of South London. She does not,
however, present mistrust per se, but the four intertwined characters
are highlighted because they are the trusting few, where the many
thousand possible others pass through every day without a glance.
days eight-year-old TC bunks off school to explore forgotten corners
and follow animal footprints in the dust. He’s always hopeful of finding
owl pellets, with their secret vole bone contents wrapped up in fluff
and fibre. Sophia, 78 and a long-standing resident of the local housing
estate she has seen slip into decline during her half-century residence
tries to recall, or recreate, a more caring time when her children
played free and wild in the little park. Sophia’s rather privileged
nine-year-old granddaughter Daisy lives a few gentrified streets away;
she is allowed some freedom on her regular visits, but all the while she
feels the shadow of her mother’s disapproval, that mistrust again.
Josef, working late shifts in the takeaway and homesick for the lost
farm in Poland, recognizes another lost soul when he meets TC in the
park, and though forty years separate them, there is, nevertheless, a
four disparate characters’ lives cross and intertwine like the narrow
tracks across the common, and the green space itself becomes a fifth,
brought alive by Harrison’s clear and lyrical prose. She is no
country-dwelling nature columnist. No, they would look out to distant
vistas of sweeping hills, rolling fields, long lines of hedgerow, or
murky far-off mountain peaks. Instead, like any true urban naturalist,
she has her ears tuned to the tumble of a blackbird song, and her eyes
firmly fixed on the nearest tree, with its squirrel skittering crabwise
up the rough bark.
it be the blind thistles pushing through cracks in the broken tarmac,
or the tiny green tortrix caterpillar dangling on its impossibly thin
thread from an ancient oak pollard, it is clear that Harrison is
comfortable (she even revels, perhaps) in the sometimes scrappy remnants
of a once greater countryside now enveloped, eaten into, broken,
dishevelled, but still wild, still wonderful. She has successfully and
evocatively woven them into a superb and captivating debut novel. It’s
the first book of my year, and it’ll take some beating.
Richard Jones, curious entomologist and ardent urban naturalist, is
the author of Mosquito, Little Book of Nits, and Extreme Insects, all
currently available from Bookseller Crow.
Mal Vester had a pa who died in the Australian desert after drinking all the water from the radiator of his Land Rover. His momma had died just like the coroner said she had, even though he had lost the newspaper clipping that would have proved it. Not lost exactly. He had folded up the story and put it in the pocket of his jeans for one year and one half straight because they were the only pants he had and the paper had turned from print into lint and then into the pocket itself and then the jeans had become as thin and as grey as the egg skins his momma had put over his boils when he was little.
Opening paragraph of Dimmer by the brilliant Joy Williams.
Saw her read once in Waterstones on the Charing Cross Road and afterwards she sat cross-legged on the floor and chatted with us.We talked about her novel Breaking and Entering and the t-shirt that one of the characters wore Shit Happens it said.
Brilliant book of stories by one of my favourite authors.
Place exerts the power of destiny in these ten stories of lives
uncannily recognizable and unforgettably strange: a boy makes a
surprising discovery skating at night on Lake Michigan; an Irish
clan in Massachusetts gather at the bedside of their dying
matriarch; a battered survivor of the glory days of Key West washes
up on other shores. Several of the stories unfold in Big Sky
country, McGuane’s signature landscape: a father tries to buy his
adult son out of virginity; a convict turned cowhand finds refuge at
a ranch in ruination; a couple makes a fateful drive through the
perilous gorge of the title story before parting ways. McGuane’s
people are seekers, beguiled by the land’s beauty and myth,
compelled by the fantasy of what a locale can offer, forced to
reconcile dream and truth.
Absolutely proud as a proud thing to be hosting an evening with Steven Appleby for the launch of his new book The Collected Loomis Cartoons. If you've ever seen Steven sign a book you will know that it's a very special thing indeed. And he's even done us an exclusive bookmark too.
Is it too early to mention Christmas?
Can't make the evening, but would still like a signed and dedicated copy to be sent to you? You can buy one here. (Be sure to note your dedication.)
Another in the handsome series of Penguin Macdonald re-issues. Last week I read The Goodbye Look - an expression less romantic that the Donald Fagen lyric might lead us to believe. The Chill starts with a fast elegant pace and namechecks Salinger and Kerouac and well as making a crack about waiting for Godot, or possibly Lefty, or even Lefty Godot all within the first 42 pages.
Elmore Leonard called the series the finest detective novels ever written by an American.
Somewhat weirdly, William Goldman is quoted on the jacket of Black Money published by Phoenix, as saying the exact same thing.
Jim Bob storming it with Driving Jarvis Ham which has sold exactly twice as many copies as Bring up the Bodies. Just goes to show what can be achieved if you accompany your book reading by standing on a box and singing a selection of your hits from the 80s. Hilary should consider it.
Our book group read Irma Voth this month. Nineteen and a half people out of twenty thought it was wonderful. It is wonderful. You should read it.
Justine and Richard's book at number three, and frankly if it wasn't you would be dead to us. Dead I say. And they've gone up 300,000 places on amaz*n in the last day. I didn't look. I just know.
Justine's book, The Little Book of Nits gets its first (early) review in the London Evening Standard
We will be launching it on publication day 24th May at 7.00pm. Book a (free) ticket here.
Also joining us to celebrate will be our good friend Richard Guard author of Lost London - An A-Z of forgotten landmarks and lost traditions.
Richard also happens to be the lead singer of the brilliant Dulwich Ukulele Club, some of whom, if perhaps not all eleven, will be in attendance for a glass of cider a sing song and a general rock of the house.
Pre-order a signed copy of The Little Book of Nits