White Chappell, Scarlet Tracings Book

Sinclair's dark, psychogeographical exhumations of London scribe a semi-mythical underbelly of malcontents, manic bibliophiles and losers. Subterranean pubs and their snugs, hospitals and their labyrinths, all those who lose their way in a metropolis--Sinclair's subject is situated lives. How is a city separate from the people who make up its noise, its madness, its lies and its past? This is a harsh poetry. As a novelist Sinclair marks out a unique space. He understands place as a way time positions its memory of itself in the bricks and bridges of where we drink and fight. He shows how history's narrative saturates the present with awful resonances. London has a degraded beauty in each ancient street, each crime, each failure. Sinclair's impressionistic, dense wordcraft, often difficult, arcane, is lambent with regard to the spectral dusk of every city's shadows. White Chappell Scarlet Tracings is a paean to worlds we all do best skirting.-- Mark ThwaiteRead More