title: The Last London: True Fictions from an Unreal City
author:  Iain Sinclair 
description: "This is vintage Sinclair: mature, acerbic, sharply observant and original, as always. I have admired him since I read his first novel, White Chappell, Scarlet Tracings, a vivid investigation of the Ripper myth. His Lights Out for the Territory remains one of the greatest pieces of non-fiction published in English since the War. In The Last London his imagination is at full force. He has never been better, never been funnier. This is the finest contemporary writing we have. I relished every page." (<i><b>Michael Moorcock, award-winning author and creator of creator of Elric, Jerry Cornelius and Colonel Pyat</b></i>)<br /><br />"Iain Sinclair's The Last London is an angry, poignant and frequently hilarious elegy to a London that has lost its soul. He chronicles ?twilight days of tramping in search of mislaid selves, stories uncompleted and forgotten friends?. The post-Brexit gloom never quite overwhelms Sinclair's phantasmagorical city. The infernal Olympicopolis may inspire dread pelotons of self-righteous cyclists, joggers and Mamils into a war on Sinclair's trails. But the return of Andrew Ktting and other renegade nonconformists familiar from earlier odysseys suggest that Sinclair is weaving a new myth for a wiser London." (<i><b>Toby Jones, actor</b></i>)<br /><br />"In this majestic culmination, Britain's finest writer wraps up what turns out to have been one enormous opus, puts a truly lustrous finish on our finish, and, as gently as is possible, tells us where we and everything we knew have gone. In a career of masterpieces, this is Sinclair's masterpiece." (<i><b>Alan Moore, author of <i>V for Vendetta</i> and <i>Watchmen</i></b></i>)<br /><br />"Across five decades, [Sinclair] has been prowling the streets, part poet, part satirist part prophet. Very few authors have fashioned a London more real than the one we see: Dickens, Conan-Doyle, Patrick Hamilton, Angela Carter. Sinclair is firmly among them." (<i><b><i>The Spectator</i></b></i>)<br /><br />[A] marvelous essayist  You dont read Iain Sinclair just because hes an expert on Londons multilayered urban life; what matters, as with Joyce, is his prose, page after page of verbal riffs and astonishments.... His books, then, are hybrids, like so much of Joyce  and Kafka, W.G. Sebald, Robert Walser and Georges Perec.... This isnt a book you can race through. Instead youll want to take your time, look around and occasionally listen in on conversations, as you saunter along with Sinclair on these rambles into a strange and vanishing London."<BR> <b>--Michael Dirda in <i>The Washington Post</i></b><BR> "A wonderful observer, a spot-on imagist of the urban scene.... Sinclair has many attractions as a writer: a powerful gift for imagery and phrase-making; a keen curiosity; sympathy; anger at the destruction of the past and the public realm; vituperation; humor."<BR> <b>--The New York Review of Books</b><BR><BR> Sinclairs language is special and specialized, muscular, unsentimental, immodest in its ornateness, inimitable in the sense (true of so many great stylists) that its quite easy to imitate badly, but impossibly hard to imitate well.<BR> <b>--The Los Angeles Review of Books</b><BR> "Sinclairs appreciation and frustration with London is conveyed through a complicated style that defies linear reading. Much like painted walls by artist Banksy, this city collage captures the strife inherent in loving an ancient yet modern metropolis.<BR> <b>--Booklist</b><BR> "Readers interested in popular culture and the history of London and who enjoy challenging and provocative essays will find this volume at times enraging, amusing, and eye-opening.<BR> <b>--Library Journal</b><BR> "Sinclair is a prose artist of rare talent."<BR> <b>--3AM Magazine</b><BR> ". If this is truly Sinclairs final word on the city as he claims, he has saved the best for last."<BR> <b>--STARRED Review, Publishers Weekly</b><BR> "Readers interested in the history of London will greatly enjoy tracing the author's walks, and even those who think they know everything about London may be pleasantly surprised. This is no ordinary memoir, but we wouldn't expect such from one of England's most inventive psychogeographic writers. Patience will reward each reader in his or her own way.<BR> <b>--STARRED Kirkus Review</b><br /><br />"It takes a poet to write prose as good as this. There is no doubt that future historians will have to look to Sinclair for an insight into the London of our era." (<i><b>Barry Miles, author of <i>Hippie</i> and <i>William Burroughs</i></b></i>)<br /><br />London has been the almost obsessive focus of award-winning author Iain Sinclairs writing for half of his life. But this city of hiswith its peculiar myths and mysteries, its denizens of dark alleyways and park benches, its scholars and ghosts, its moist air and dark river currentshas stretched its known boundaries beyond recognition.<BR> London has become, Sinclair writes, a suburb of everywhere: Mexico City, Istanbul, Athens. The same malls. The same managed alienation. The Babel of misunderstood tongues. Traveling its length and breadth, much of the time on foot and alone, he complains that he can no longer tell where the real London begins and ends. London was everywhere, he writes, but it had lost its soul. Sinclair knows that his years of stalking the hidden truths of the city that for so long inspired, provoked, and sustained his writing have come to an end: My sense was that London, my home for fifty years, was being centrifugally challenged to the point of obliteration. Darkly, he compares its spread to that of a single cancerous cell. Restless, he needs to walk on but is not sure where. Sinclair brings a rare gift for imagery and description to cap his lifes work on the city that absorbs him. His book is a symphony in words, dedicated to a London where vagrants sprawled in purgatorial exhaustion; hotels with suspiciously pastoral names throbbed with sullen and illicit conjunctions; and smokers, their hands cupped around their cigarettes, waited for death on the pavement.<BR> By turns majestic, poetic, angry, funny, critical, and concerned, Sinclairs prose is captivating as it laments the demise of what once made London unique among cities.<BR> (<i><b>--Foreword Reviews</b></i>)<br /><br />"One can only marvel at Sinclairs eye for telling detail and his sense of the subtle ironies of modern London lifeWith its elegantly civilised melancholy for what is lost, neglected or hidden, Sinclairs position is highly seductive." (<i><b></i>Daily Telegraph</b></i></i>)<br /><br />"You dont read Iain Sinclair just because hes an expert on Londons multilayered urban life; what matters, as with Joyce, is his prose, page after page of verbal riffs and astonishments.... His books, then, are hybrids, like so much of Joyce  and Kafka, W.G. Sebald, Robert Walser and Georges Perec.... This isnt a book you can race through. Instead youll want to take your time, look around and occasionally listen in on conversations, as you saunter along with Sinclair on these rambles into a strange and vanishing London."<br /><br />Another short quote: "[A] marvelous essayist."
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