The Angel And The Cuckoo
Condition: SECONDHAND
This is a secondhand book. The jacket image is a photograph of the exact copy we have in stock. This image shows the condition of this book. Further condition remarks are below.
Condition remarks:
Book: Good
Jacket: Wear and tear with damage
Pages: Good
Markings: Fair - Rubbed edges and bumping on spine and corners
Condition remarks: Light water damage to front of jacket
In the smoky, labyrinthine world of London's underworld and bohemian haunts, Gerald Kersh's The Angel and the Cuckoo presents a vivid cast of dreamers, drifters, and survivors bound together by the unpredictable currents of fate and desire. With the sharp, unsentimental eye that made him one of mid-twentieth century fiction's most distinctive voices, Kersh chronicles a world teetering between innocence and corruption, where the angelic and the parasitic coexist in uneasy proximity. Kersh, a master of atmosphere and moral ambiguity, constructs his narrative with the rhythmic intensity of a street-corner storyteller, drawing on his own picaresque experiences in pre- and post-war London. His prose is at once gritty and lyrical, illuminating the humanity in even the most shadowed of characters — leaving the reader to wonder, in the end, whether it is the angel or the cuckoo who truly holds sway.
Author: Gerald Kersh
Format: Hardback
Published: 1967, Heinemann, London
Genre: Modern fiction
Condition remarks:
Book: Good
Jacket: Wear and tear with damage
Pages: Good
Markings: Fair - Rubbed edges and bumping on spine and corners
Condition remarks: Light water damage to front of jacket
In the smoky, labyrinthine world of London's underworld and bohemian haunts, Gerald Kersh's The Angel and the Cuckoo presents a vivid cast of dreamers, drifters, and survivors bound together by the unpredictable currents of fate and desire. With the sharp, unsentimental eye that made him one of mid-twentieth century fiction's most distinctive voices, Kersh chronicles a world teetering between innocence and corruption, where the angelic and the parasitic coexist in uneasy proximity. Kersh, a master of atmosphere and moral ambiguity, constructs his narrative with the rhythmic intensity of a street-corner storyteller, drawing on his own picaresque experiences in pre- and post-war London. His prose is at once gritty and lyrical, illuminating the humanity in even the most shadowed of characters — leaving the reader to wonder, in the end, whether it is the angel or the cuckoo who truly holds sway.