Max Décharné

A glimpse of lost London – before the yuppie invasion

Michael Bracewell vividly evokes the grit and individuality of the capital before its relentless gentrification in the 1990s

Tina from Ealing at Batcave, in Soho, in 1984. [Getty Images] 
issue 28 August 2021

In a 1923 book called Echo de Paris, the writer Laurence Houseman attempted to conjure up in a very slim, elegant volume the atmosphere and especially the conversation of an afternoon a quarter century earlier that he had spent in the company of the exiled Oscar Wilde. It was a conscious act of imaginative recreation, seeking to place the reader at the same boulevard table alongside the participants. As the author explained in his introduction:

The scene, as regards its setting — the outside of a Paris restaurant — is true to history; and if, toward the end, a touch of drama has been introduced, the reader will understand that it is more symbolic than actual.

In Soho clubs the DJ would finish the evening by playing Bowie’s version of Jacque Brel’s ‘My Death’

Michael Bracewell’s new work looks back across an even greater span of years, evoking the London of four decades ago in impressionistic and allusive prose that intentionally reads at times like poetry, or an experimental novella: history recalled in non-fiction that mimics fiction.

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