For the bookish, London is a book. For criminals, a map of opportunities. For unpapered immigrants, it is a nest of skinned eyes; sanctioned gunmen ready to blow your head off as you run for a train. When the city of distorting mirrors revealed itself, through its districts and discriminations, I discovered more about London’s past as a reworking of my own submerged history.
Iain Sinclair (b.1943), London: A City of Disappearances
I can’t say I have seen many (if any) ‘sanctioned gunmen’ blowing off heads near train stations. Iain must have been a lot more observant than me.
Cheers, Pete.
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I tried to read one of Iain Sinclare’s books, but couldn’t get on with it. Thanks for the comment
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If he writes about sanctioned gunmen blowing off heads, I think I will give his books a miss.
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