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ISBN 978-0-9561073-3-6
First published February 2010; 174 pp
paperback with endpapers; 198 x 129 mm

£8.99
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David Markson (‘one of America’s most original voices’ – TLS) died in New York in June 2010. He had been making original, allusive, daring fictions for over four decades. His other books include Springers Progress, Reader’s Block and Vanishing Point. Wittgenstein’s Mistress (1988) was acclaimed by David Foster Wallace as ‘A work of genius . . . an erudite, breathtakingly cerebral novel whose prose is crystal and whose voice rivets and whose conclusion defies you not to cry.’
 
David Markson  This Is Not a Novel
 
‘No one but Beckett can be quite as sad and funny at the same time as Markson can.’ 
     – Ann Beattie

Deaths (more than 500); the obsessions and afflictions of a vast number of writers, artists and composers through the centuries; quotations of heart-stopping beauty – and Writer, making of these an echo chamber of the creative life.

‘First published in the US in 2001, Markson’s This Is Not a Novel finally waded across the Atlantic – courtesy of the enterprising CB Editions – this year. A swirl of unattributed quotations from other authors, an energising expression of readerly ennui and a meditation on mortality, it felt like a book one had unconsciously been waiting to discover.’
    – Geoff Dyer, Guardian Books of the Year 2010

‘Magnificent, a compilation that so exceeds the scatter of its parts that one must take some time to ponder why this should be . . . It’s almost impossible to stop turning the pages.’
      – Sven Birkerts, New York Observer

‘David Markson’s This Is Not a Novel is a sustained meditation on a single question: Against death, what consolation, if any, is art? Markson constantly toggles back and forth between celebrating the timelessness of art and mocking such grandiosity, and the book forces me to ask myself, What do I push back with? Maybe art, and if so, barely.’
     – David Shields


‘A daring tour de force (yet again), just the kind of novel only Markson would take on do with such uncompromising elan.’
      – Paul West

‘Reads as addictively as an airport thriller . . . masterful.’
      – Bookforum