Do you fear my psychic powers? Do you?
Regular readers will recall that back in the day I bothered Penguin to see whether they’d be bringing Patrick Hamilton’s The Slaves of Solitude back into print. They said no.
However, over the summer, I was very pleased to see this in a London bookshop:
Yup, thanks to Constable and Robinson The Slaves of Solitude is back in print! Hooray. This is obviously due to my magickal powers and not a sudden resurgence of Hamilton’s rep due to television and newspaper interest, so, as I say, fear me.
I’ve mentioned before that it’s one of the best books ever about bores, but there’s a deal more to it than that: dismal England in wartime, power-plays and hatred in slight friendships, and of course the classic Hamilton nightmare trip through drunken disconnected scenes. No-one does it like you, P.
Mad props to C&R.
Penguin, you still have time to make amends. One copy of the new Pynchon on my doorstep by Friday. Clean slate.
Next for redemption – The Senior Commoner by Julian Hall!
(Fair dues to Penguin: setting up that blog was a fine move I’d say. On the other hand, I really wish it didn’t refer to this site as ‘The London News Review Books Diary’. It makes it look like they plucked the information from a two-year-old article in the NYT or Guardian. They look uncool, and I’m certainly willing to act like I’m offended up until they pacify me with a copy of Against The Day)