Twenty years ago, in a series of mysterious, incandescent writings, Seabrook told of the places he knew best: the declining resort towns of the Kent coast. The pieces were no advert for the local tourist board. Here, the ghosts of murderers & mad artists crawl the streets.

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Septuagenarian rent boys recall the good old days and Carry On stars go to seed. Clandestine fascist networks emerge. And all the time, there is Seabrook himself – desperate perhaps, and in danger.

Dark, strange and immediate, this is a classic work of sui generis British literature. There are devils here, and the reader will remember them.

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