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Just getting into both these fine novelists, joining dots I should have done a long time ago. Hangover Square is gripping me in an odd way; I love the switches between boozy bonhomie, and utter misanthropy. I see similarities in Mclaren-Ross' oeuvre; They're both suffused with a wonderful melancholy, and a sense of a sober existence just beyond their grasp.
Right now, this is something I understand.
My notion is, how much do you think one would love such a style if not enamoured with Soho? poetic miserablism? the bottle itself?
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