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Rob Goddard knew he shouldn't be travelling during a national lockdown, but it was Xmas and he headed West to see his family anyway. At Waterloo, the train seemed completely empty, perhaps it was, but an exploratory walk revealed at least four other passengers. All dead. They were ghosts. People he'd known, people who had died far too young.At first a convivial reunion, the journey's mood changed when four more travellers embarked, mutating fu...

Pauline is at the end of her life, wool-gathering in a chair, but simultaneously in her prime, driving between dress shops in her blue Opel Kadett, Eileen Platt, an American nurse, is stationed on a remote airfield - known as Mudville - in the Blackdown Hills, Devon, her duties to patch up returning aircrew of Liberator bombers. She doesn't want to go home to Des Moines after the war. She wants to stay in England. Near the old airfield a famil...

What are those distorted smears of colour in the mirror ball? Are they people? Look closer. Yes. They are people. They are us. And there am I, a small pink smudge, an arched eyebrow … or perhaps not: retinal overload, a trick of the light. How do people make sense of themselves, and what do those splintered shafts of vari-coloured liquidity have to tell us about the skins they are bouncing off? Who knows. The speaker of these lines is himself ...

Who is that man peering through an iron telescope outside Alexandra Palace? Ray Davies? Matthew Arnold? Graham Greene? Graham Bartlett travels to his mystery assignations with teenagers, and for a few quid improves their GCSE homework. What led him to this lonely, peripatetic existence? Years earlier he had lived in various other guises, half-remembered as he criss-crosses swathes of suburban north London. Murders are committed. Riots explode....

There wasn't much to do in the battered, half-forgotten seaside resort of Jaywick Sands, Essex - nothing really, except to listen to the North Sea pound against the sea-defences and wait for the next run-down holiday shack to go up like a barbeque torch.

This exciting and readable book presents the fifties and sixties as a crucible of new departures, asking what remains and continues from those decades into the cultural present. It takes the form of a series of thematic essays each of which discusses the work of an individual or group of novelists.

This is John Muckle's first poetry collection. The book's main feature is the long title poem, in which the author imagines that the German-Jewish critic Walter Benjamin escaped death by his own hand on the French-Spanish border in 1940 - his revolver misfired - and has survived as a kind of wanderer and witness. After the war he returned to Paris, but later moved to London where, in the 'now' of the poem at the age of 120, he is recalling som...

Tony Guest is welcome wherever he goes-a motorcycle courier on a big bike, picking up and dropping all manner of urgent parcels, letters, and duly getting his dockets signed. In July he rides in a sweat bath, in February the rain is freezing needles, the roads of the West End are greasy with spilt diesel, glistening tracks of motorcyclists weaving through them like slug trails. But where is Tony going? What is contained in his ultimate mystery...