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Condition: Very Good Edges slightly worn / soiled, spine discoloured, short ink inscription on pre-title page, but spine unbroken, binding tight and apparently unread. Plot / Content: "Ian's trek through the Himalayas at the invitation of the enigmatic Daniel proves even more eventful than anticipated, as the drama and mystery of the mountains are soon echoed by the strange behaviour of his companions. For what game is Daniel playing - is he solely an expert tourist guide, or does he use the ancient trade routes for other, more sinister purposes? And how to explain the presence of the ever-watchful Miles, unwelcome ghost of Ian's past? Not to forget the irrepressible Vince Greg, alias Rosie Sherbert and Pineapple Rita, travelling from Sydney to Edinburgh via Ladakh and busy flushing out political subversives on the way . . . " (from the cover) Background / Biography: Robins published several more books and founded Third House Publishers (with novelist David Rees) and Trouser Press. He is currently rumoured to live in South London. Reviews: "Robin's writing is a delight." Gay Community News "Robins is an exquisite storyteller, and like Somerset Maugham or Terence Rattigan, has the ability in a very few pages to show how much the intrusion of a new and disturbing element (often sexual) can reveal about people living by circumscribed rules of conduct." Ian Young, Body Politic (quotes from the cover, referring to earlier works) Clicking on advertiser links on this site may allow these companies to gather and use information about your visit to this and other websites to provide you with advertisements about goods and services presumed to be of interest to you. |
Quote from this book "Our heads no more than a metre apart, we pick among sandwiches in a plastic lunch-box. Shade from a striped umbrella extends along our bodies to my calf muscles and a web of untanned creases at the back of Daniel's knees. Lakewater dribbles from our limbs but evaporates before any pattern can form across the planks. As we relax within our circle of tolerable shade we resemble the hands of some king-size clock. Until Daniel moves we coincide exactly with the 13.51 hours on my digital watch. This idle observation would hardly be entertained by anyone other than a holidaymaker. I enjoy the luxury of registering it. " opening paragraph Secondhand booksellers |
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