Potter down to 'The Corner of Arundel Lane and Charles Street' and find a strange landscape opening up before you: the city's dishevelled edge of huts and fallen fences slides towards a sullen and uncanny countryside. Meet botanists, bastards, predators and prayers, the feckless and the dead, a lecherous Polish priest and Prosperoas a game old bird, cigar in hand, mourning the proliferation of oiks like you. Pop in for a drink at the pub of the rural damned, dodge deranged farmers and deluded incomers, and make for the country town with its closed cinema and publicly-owned Scotch eggs. Find an eyeball in a wooden box. Discover the moral character of sand and gravel, play a quick hand of piquet and lie awake all night listening to the Dark shagging in the garden of a city terrace.
|Place of Publication||London|
|Number of pages||70|
|Publication status||Published - 2009|