Ghost Milk: Recent Adventures Among the Future Ruins of London on the Eve of the Olympics (Hardcover)
Recent Adventures Among the Future Ruins of London on the Eve of the Olympics
Faber & Faber, 9780865478664, 416pp.
Publication Date: July 17, 2012
From "an astonishingly original and entertaining writer" (Michael Dirda, "The Washington Post") and "our greatest guide to London" ("The Spectator"), an extraordinary book about a disappearing city
The Olympics, the story goes, have transformed London into a gleaming, wholly modern city. And East London--Olympic headquarters--is the city's new jewel, provider of unlimited opportunities and better tomorrows. The grime and poverty have been scrubbed away, and huge stadiums and grand public sculptures have taken their place.
The writer Iain Sinclair has lived in East London for four decades, and in "Ghost Milk," he tells a very different story about his home: that of a neighborhood turned upside down, of stolen history. Long-beloved parks have vanished; police raids can occur at any time; and high-security exclusion zones--enforced by armed guards and hidden cameras--have steamrolled East London's open streets and public spaces. To prepare for the most public of events, everything has been privatized.
A call to arms against the politicians and public figures who have so doggedly preached the gospel of the Olympics, "Ghost Milk "is also a brilliant reflection on a changing landscape--and Sinclair's most personal book yet. In an attempt to understand what has happened to his beloved city, Sinclair travels farther afield: he walks along the Thames from the North Sea to Oxford; he rides the bus across northern England; he visits Athens and Berlin, Olympic sites of the recent and distant past.
Elegiac, intimate, and audacious, "Ghost Milk "is at once a powerful chronicle of memory and loss, in the tradition of W. G. Sebald and Roberto Bolano, and a passionate interrogation of our embrace of progress at any cost.
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Praise For Ghost Milk: Recent Adventures Among the Future Ruins of London on the Eve of the Olympics…
“My favorite writer of the past decade.” —William Gibson
“Sentence for sentence, there is no more interesting writer at work in English than Iain Sinclair.” —John Lanchester, The Daily Telegraph
“Sinclair is the poet of the marginal, the interstitial, the forgotten and the occulted.” —Hari Kunzru, The Guardian
“Sinclair [is] a prose stylist almost without peer.” —Kenneth Baker, San Francisco Chronicle
“How best to describe Sinclair? East London’s recording angel? Hackney’s Pepys? A literary mud-larker and tip-picker? A Travelodge tramp (his phrase)? A middle-class dropout with a gift for bullshit (also his phrase)? A toxicologist of the twenty-first-century landscape? A historian of countercultures and occulted pasts? An intemperate WALL-E, compulsively collecting and compacting the city’s textual waste? A psycho-geographer (from which term Sinclair has been rowing away ever since he helped launch it into the mainstream)? He’s all of these, and more.” —Robert MacFarlane, The Guardian