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'Woman will be the death of me,' mutters Kingdom Swann, peering up at the nude woman hung by her wrists from a pillar. An impressive old man with a wonderful wealth of beard, he appears the very picture of Victorian respectability. Yet behind the walls of his Piccadilly studio the erotic fantasies of a generation are being acted out for the eye of his camera. For this master of the epic nude painting has turned his hand to pornography: art has come to life and all hell is breaking loose . . .'With enormous relish Gibson presents a memorable and hugely enjoyable portrait of both the man and the world he inhabited.' Today'As in Daniel Defoe's Roxanna, a voyeuristic fascination plays games with high morality.' Times'Wonderful fun to read.' Daily Mail
First published in 1985, Miles Gibson's phantasmagoric second novel returns to print with a new preface by the author. Wreathed in legends and haunted by ghosts, the little Dorset village of Rams Horn is a fantastical seaside world where reality ebbs and flows like the tide. A clairvoyant, waiting for her drowned husband to return from the grave, is taunted by demons, a mysterious African sailor arrives from the sea in search of lodgings, small boys spy on their mothers, and the new doctor, sitting in his empty surgery, turns to ancient remedies in a bid to cure his own love sickness. 'An imaginative tour de force and a considerable stylistic achievement... Gibson has few equals among his contemporaries.' Time Out 'An extraordinary talent dances with perfect control across hypnotic pages.' Financial Times
Miles Gibson's cult novel from 1984 returns to print with a new preface by the author.Growing up in a small hotel in a shabby seaside town, lonely William 'Mackerel' Burton amuses himself by perfecting his conjuring tricks. In adult life his magic turns lethal as he stalks the streets of London - the butcher in rubber gloves, the acrobat called Death. He is the Sandman. 'A splendidly macabre achievement... As an account of descent into homicidal mania it has seldom been bettered.' Time Out'Unspeakable acts are reported with an unwavering reasonableness essential to the comic impact...' Times Literary Supplement 'Written by a virtuoso - it luxuriates in death with a Jacobean fervour.' Sydney Morning Herald
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