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Cargando... Landor's Tower: Or Imaginary Conversationspor Iain Sinclair
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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. While I’ve been aware of Sinclair and his fiction for many years, I’ve never tried to reading any of it. Until now. And having now read Landor’s Tower… I’m in two minds. It’s good. Very good. And I like Sinclair’s pot pourri approach to using fiction and non-fiction, throwing in real people as characters, mixing up invented characters in real events… He does it really well, and that melange of fact and fiction, well, I’ve always found it a heady mix in book-form. But… Landor’s Tower leaps all over the place, seeming to tell a dozen different unlinked stories at the same time. It is, ostensibly, about a Victorian eccentric who built a monastery in a remote Welsh valley, based on an earlier legend. But the narrator of the book – a novelist and film-maker called Norton, who is a clear stand-in for Sinclair – bounces around the central premise, while ostensibly researching it for a project, through encounters with a variety of characters. Such as Prudence, of Hay on Wye. Who might or might not be the victim of the quarry murder, re-enacted by Karporal, or maybe real. As he was trying to solve the crime. There’s a fevered, almost hallucinatory, tone to the narrative, which makes it hard to navigate the actual story. Parts of it are brilliant – and not just because I recognised the names involved – but because they read like documentary. But then the narrative would make an abrupt swerve and, despite reference to earlier passages, I’d wonder what the fuck was going on. I wanted to like Landor’s Tower – I’m a big fan of the works of both Patrick Keiller and Adam Curtis, and this novel reminded me majorly of both. But. I felt like I was coming in halfway through a series. Had I read more by Sinclair, perhaps reading his works in order, or seen some of his films – because this novel feels like one part of a large cross-platform work – then I suspect I might be a fan. But on its own, Landor’s Tower felt like the wrong introduction to an author’s oeuvre, an author whose work I might well esteem. I need to be serious about reading Sinclair’s novels, or it’s not worth bothering. I have two of his books on my TBR, but I’m going to ditch them and see if I can find a copy of his first novel. Then I will try reading them in order. sin reseñas | añadir una reseña
A London writer comes to recognise his growing obsession with the Ewyas Valley on the border of England and Wales. Ewyas has been the site of persistent attempts to found or imagine utopian communities, all fascinated by the mythology of the west: Anglican renegade Father Ignatius, hippie communes, Allen Ginsberg, Bruce Chatwin, teepee dwellers, mushroom gobblers, narco pirates. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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Oh Wales, I love thee, though we've barely met. I spent a New Year's Eve there in another life time. It was grand and then my circumstances changed. Hardly on the hoof like one of Sinclair's people, I did not turn to selling used books. That is a pleasant memory if I squint.
Sinclair makes the most of opportunities to lampoon his literary output, his penchant for plotless triptychs. He allows his agent to speak in a stage whisper: enough of London, walk about some other bit. Sinclair's protagonist goes to Wales to research the 19C polymath and crank Walter Savage Landor Poetic detritus and capricious conversation ensue. Dylan Thomas makes a cameo as does the ghost of Beckett. ( )