I'd forgotten just how good these are, and now they're being reissued, in all formats, and they're a bargain.
The Sunday Times said this:
“It is the Nabakovian blend of funny and sinister, the sense of tongue in scarred cheek that lingers.”
I thought I'd lost or misplaced the ones I had (there's four of them), and was pleasantly surprised to find three still on the shelves. The copy of Duffy I have, with the godawful cover, is, apparently, the collectable one that changes hands at about thirty five quid.
Then I found an inscription: “To Daddy on his birthday, love, Kiz. '87”. Considering she was just a shade over two months old, her handwriting is remarkable, and closely resembles BLISS'. The reissue is a bit more laid back and tasteful. No way that's up for sale then.
I had to pick up a second hand Fiddle City online. Not this one:
I don't know if this is the new Putting the Boot In:
That's the first one I read.
This is the Going to the Dogs dust cover on my copy:
They are, simply, a great read. Books to race through without too much scratching of the head, but with plenty of substance.
Nabakovian. They're Nabakovian, them.
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