The Last London

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Iain Sinclair has been documenting the peculiar magic of the river-city that absorbs and obsesses him for most of his adult life. In The Last London, he strikes out on a series of solitary walks and collaborative expeditions to make a final reckoning with a capital stretched beyond recognition. Here is a mesmerising record of secret scholars and whispering ghosts. Of disturbing encounters. Night hospitals. Pits that become cameras. Mole Man labyrinths. And privileged swimming pools, up in clouds, patrolled by surveillance helicopters. Where now are the myths, the ultimate fictions of a many times revised city? Travelling from the pinnacle of the Shard to the outer limits of the London Overground system at Croydon and Barking, from the Thames Estuary to the future ruins of Olympicopolis, Sinclair reflects on where London begins and where it ends. A memoir, a critique and a love letter, The Last London stands as a delirious conclusion to a truly epic project.


‘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.’ Alan Moore

'This is vintage Sinclair: mature, acerbic, sharply observant and original, as always. In The Last London his imagination is at full force. This is the finest contemporary writing we have.  I relished every page.' Michael Moorcock

'An angry, poignant and frequently hilarious elegy to a London that has lost its soul.' Toby Jones

(A) marvellous essayist.... You don't read Iain Sinclair just because he's an expert on London's multi-layered 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.' Michael Dirda, Washington Post

'Sinclair's language is special and specialized, muscular, unsentimental, immodest in its ornateness..' Los Angeles Review of Books

'If this is truly Sinclair's final word on the city as he claims, he has saved the best for last.' Starred Publishers Weekly

' This is no ordinary memoir, but we wouldn't expect such from one of England's most inventive psychogeographic writers.' Starred Kirkus reivew