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Erith by Quentin S. Crisp – Zagava 2015
A PICTORIAL REVIEW
ZAGAVA BOOKS LIMITED EDITION
No. 8 of 90 copies
Unillustrated except for frontispiece map.
Pale grey endpapers.
Bound in a textured material, resembling concrete.
Copper-gilt titles
Red silk bookmark ribbon.
94 pages
24.4x16cm.
US$50
Unifying the influences of English supernatural tale and the micro-observations of the Japanese I-novel, and combining them with a trainspotterish psychogeography, Quentin S. Crisp writes a monochrome novella that is either a paean to or a polemic against the drabness of quotidian Britain – his dreariest yet.
It’s 2013. Pop culture is dead. With human activity increasingly ‘updated’ to digital conformity, community is on the verge of extinction, and a weary, soulless, 21st century Britain is about to endure a phase of austerity imposed from above. As gentrification continues in London, a pitifully obscure writer is squeezed to the very outskirts of the city. At an ebb, he applies for housing benefit, stunned by depression and lost in the shuffling labyrinth of his internal monologue, tripping over the untied shoelaces of his mind.
An index of the other illustrated reviews in the this series can be viewed here.
A PICTORIAL REVIEW
ZAGAVA BOOKS LIMITED EDITION
No. 8 of 90 copies
Unillustrated except for frontispiece map.
Pale grey endpapers.
Bound in a textured material, resembling concrete.
Copper-gilt titles
Red silk bookmark ribbon.
94 pages
24.4x16cm.
US$50
Unifying the influences of English supernatural tale and the micro-observations of the Japanese I-novel, and combining them with a trainspotterish psychogeography, Quentin S. Crisp writes a monochrome novella that is either a paean to or a polemic against the drabness of quotidian Britain – his dreariest yet.
It’s 2013. Pop culture is dead. With human activity increasingly ‘updated’ to digital conformity, community is on the verge of extinction, and a weary, soulless, 21st century Britain is about to endure a phase of austerity imposed from above. As gentrification continues in London, a pitifully obscure writer is squeezed to the very outskirts of the city. At an ebb, he applies for housing benefit, stunned by depression and lost in the shuffling labyrinth of his internal monologue, tripping over the untied shoelaces of his mind.
An index of the other illustrated reviews in the this series can be viewed here.
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Very nice! I'm waiting on The King in the Golden Mask by Marcel Schwob to be delivered. It'll be my first Zagava book.
