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A Tea Dance at Savoy (2003)
EN HC USISBN: 9780861301126 bzw. 0861301129, in Englisch, Savoy Books, gebundenes Buch, gebraucht.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, WeBuyBooks [50604927], Rossendale, LANCS, United Kingdom.
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A Tea Dance at Savoy (2003)
EN HC NW FEISBN: 9780861301126 bzw. 0861301129, in Englisch, Savoy Books, gebundenes Buch, neu, Erstausgabe.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigtes Königreich Großbritannien und Nordirland, Shipping costs to: USA.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Delectus Books.
Manchester: Savoy Books, 2003 Robert "Phil" Meadley had been coming into the Savoy office for twenty-five years, and had partcipated in some of our more off-the-wall scenarios. He watched the goings-on with a clinical eye, and here records his insights into our Marx Brothers-meets-Schopenhauer shenanigans. Up the rickety stairs to a Savoy office that is now deceased, he has recorded the world of all our yesterdays. Phil captures the madness of the events, the fervid atmosphere of being stuck in an office with a hundred years of Manchester history boiling in its bricks. He catches the pirate ship of Savoy at a moment of transition between the Old World of the seedy end of Deansgate and our subsequent move to the bright New World of Withington, almost turning us into an up-market cruise ship. Events now just hazy memories that seemed life and death at the time, reduced to farce. Phil has used them as jumping off points to write about the big themes and big events of his book. On Horror, real and imagined: "There, but for the Grace of God go I." said a Catholic prelate watching a Protestant burn. He did. The Protestants burned him a few years later. Well, that's one way to get your bon mot in the language. He wasn't the only one to die but the others didn't die with irony. On Diana's funeral: They called her 'a loose cannon' and the shade of Tommy Cooper stalked the land. On the Moors Murderers: I doubt if there's a square mile of the inhabited world that hasn't soaked up the ephemeral juices of some act of violent selfishness. I don't believe in abstract evil. It's just a metaphor we use as an excuse. On the Holocaust: The black hole has a core. Its name is Mengele. His spider's web is made of railway lines. On Hombres, Hopalongs and Mysterious Dave Mather: Fantasy is both a touchstone and a talisman in a world overhung with monstrous tyrannies of all sorts and sizes. On a voyage to the end of the world, with pirates and philosophers: "I've been thinking," says Bob. "If algebra is the language of philosophy, then you could express the substance of the universe as 'w squared times d equals R', where the elements of the equation are (w)eirdness, (d)odginess and (R)eality." On September 11th, 2001: You have to give it to Osama Bin Laden, no-one else has managed to piss-off, collectively and simultaneously, the Americans. the Europeans, the Russians, the Chinese and the majority of Islamic governments. Designed to death by John Coulthart and lavishly illustrated with a copious selection of rare, eclectic and downright bizarre drawings and photographs, this could only be a Savoy book! "For those tired of the lazy after-dinner displays of Sunday supplement journo-personalities, Robert Meadley offers substance and originality. What you'll find here is the work of a sharp, idiosyncratic, independent and wonderfully educated, observant mind. They are literary excursions in some ways more reminiscent of the great 18th century eccentrics than more modern essayists and as such they carry a certain post-modern atmosphere. Give this book your generosity and your time and it's very likely you'll never see life quite the same again." Michael Moorcock in his introduction. Jacket design by John Coulthart.. First Edition. Hardcover. New/New. Illus. by John Coulhart. 8vo - over 7¾" - 9¾" tall.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Delectus Books.
Manchester: Savoy Books, 2003 Robert "Phil" Meadley had been coming into the Savoy office for twenty-five years, and had partcipated in some of our more off-the-wall scenarios. He watched the goings-on with a clinical eye, and here records his insights into our Marx Brothers-meets-Schopenhauer shenanigans. Up the rickety stairs to a Savoy office that is now deceased, he has recorded the world of all our yesterdays. Phil captures the madness of the events, the fervid atmosphere of being stuck in an office with a hundred years of Manchester history boiling in its bricks. He catches the pirate ship of Savoy at a moment of transition between the Old World of the seedy end of Deansgate and our subsequent move to the bright New World of Withington, almost turning us into an up-market cruise ship. Events now just hazy memories that seemed life and death at the time, reduced to farce. Phil has used them as jumping off points to write about the big themes and big events of his book. On Horror, real and imagined: "There, but for the Grace of God go I." said a Catholic prelate watching a Protestant burn. He did. The Protestants burned him a few years later. Well, that's one way to get your bon mot in the language. He wasn't the only one to die but the others didn't die with irony. On Diana's funeral: They called her 'a loose cannon' and the shade of Tommy Cooper stalked the land. On the Moors Murderers: I doubt if there's a square mile of the inhabited world that hasn't soaked up the ephemeral juices of some act of violent selfishness. I don't believe in abstract evil. It's just a metaphor we use as an excuse. On the Holocaust: The black hole has a core. Its name is Mengele. His spider's web is made of railway lines. On Hombres, Hopalongs and Mysterious Dave Mather: Fantasy is both a touchstone and a talisman in a world overhung with monstrous tyrannies of all sorts and sizes. On a voyage to the end of the world, with pirates and philosophers: "I've been thinking," says Bob. "If algebra is the language of philosophy, then you could express the substance of the universe as 'w squared times d equals R', where the elements of the equation are (w)eirdness, (d)odginess and (R)eality." On September 11th, 2001: You have to give it to Osama Bin Laden, no-one else has managed to piss-off, collectively and simultaneously, the Americans. the Europeans, the Russians, the Chinese and the majority of Islamic governments. Designed to death by John Coulthart and lavishly illustrated with a copious selection of rare, eclectic and downright bizarre drawings and photographs, this could only be a Savoy book! "For those tired of the lazy after-dinner displays of Sunday supplement journo-personalities, Robert Meadley offers substance and originality. What you'll find here is the work of a sharp, idiosyncratic, independent and wonderfully educated, observant mind. They are literary excursions in some ways more reminiscent of the great 18th century eccentrics than more modern essayists and as such they carry a certain post-modern atmosphere. Give this book your generosity and your time and it's very likely you'll never see life quite the same again." Michael Moorcock in his introduction. Jacket design by John Coulthart.. First Edition. Hardcover. New/New. Illus. by John Coulhart. 8vo - over 7¾" - 9¾" tall.
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A Tea Dance at Savoy (2003)
EN HC NW FEISBN: 9780861301126 bzw. 0861301129, in Englisch, Savoy Books, Manchester, gebundenes Buch, neu, Erstausgabe, mit Einband.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Delectus Books [242553], London, United Kingdom.
Robert "Phil" Meadley had been coming into the Savoy office for twenty-five years, and had partcipated in some of our more off-the-wall scenarios. He watched the goings-on with a clinical eye, and here records his insights into our Marx Brothers-meets-Schopenhauer shenanigans. Up the rickety stairs to a Savoy office that is now deceased, he has recorded the world of all our yesterdays. Phil captures the madness of the events, the fervid atmosphere of being stuck in an office with a hundred years of Manchester history boiling in its bricks. He catches the pirate ship of Savoy at a moment of transition between the Old World of the seedy end of Deansgate and our subsequent move to the bright New World of Withington, almost turning us into an up-market cruise ship. Events now just hazy memories that seemed life and death at the time, reduced to farce. Phil has used them as jumping off points to write about the big themes and big events of his book. On Horror, real and imagined: "There, but for the Grace of God go I." said a Catholic prelate watching a Protestant burn. He did. The Protestants burned him a few years later. Well, that's one way to get your bon mot in the language. He wasn't the only one to die but the others didn't die with irony. On Diana's funeral: They called her 'a loose cannon' and the shade of Tommy Cooper stalked the land. On the Moors Murderers: I doubt if there's a square mile of the inhabited world that hasn't soaked up the ephemeral juices of some act of violent selfishness. I don't believe in abstract evil. It's just a metaphor we use as an excuse. On the Holocaust: The black hole has a core. Its name is Mengele. His spider's web is made of railway lines. On Hombres, Hopalongs and Mysterious Dave Mather: Fantasy is both a touchstone and a talisman in a world overhung with monstrous tyrannies of all sorts and sizes. On a voyage to the end of the world, with pirates and philosophers: "I've been thinking," says Bob. "If algebra is the language of philosophy, then you could express the substance of the universe as 'w squared times d equals R', where the elements of the equation are (w)eirdness, (d)odginess and (R)eality." On September 11th, 2001: You have to give it to Osama Bin Laden, no-one else has managed to piss-off, collectively and simultaneously, the Americans. the Europeans, the Russians, the Chinese and the majority of Islamic governments. Designed to death by John Coulthart and lavishly illustrated with a copious selection of rare, eclectic and downright bizarre drawings and photographs, this could only be a Savoy book! "For those tired of the lazy after-dinner displays of Sunday supplement journo-personalities, Robert Meadley offers substance and originality. What you'll find here is the work of a sharp, idiosyncratic, independent and wonderfully educated, observant mind. They are literary excursions in some ways more reminiscent of the great 18th century eccentrics than more modern essayists and as such they carry a certain post-modern atmosphere. Give this book your generosity and your time and it's very likely you'll never see life quite the same again." Michael Moorcock in his introduction. Jacket design by John Coulthart. Size: 8vo - over 7¾" - 9¾" tall.
Robert "Phil" Meadley had been coming into the Savoy office for twenty-five years, and had partcipated in some of our more off-the-wall scenarios. He watched the goings-on with a clinical eye, and here records his insights into our Marx Brothers-meets-Schopenhauer shenanigans. Up the rickety stairs to a Savoy office that is now deceased, he has recorded the world of all our yesterdays. Phil captures the madness of the events, the fervid atmosphere of being stuck in an office with a hundred years of Manchester history boiling in its bricks. He catches the pirate ship of Savoy at a moment of transition between the Old World of the seedy end of Deansgate and our subsequent move to the bright New World of Withington, almost turning us into an up-market cruise ship. Events now just hazy memories that seemed life and death at the time, reduced to farce. Phil has used them as jumping off points to write about the big themes and big events of his book. On Horror, real and imagined: "There, but for the Grace of God go I." said a Catholic prelate watching a Protestant burn. He did. The Protestants burned him a few years later. Well, that's one way to get your bon mot in the language. He wasn't the only one to die but the others didn't die with irony. On Diana's funeral: They called her 'a loose cannon' and the shade of Tommy Cooper stalked the land. On the Moors Murderers: I doubt if there's a square mile of the inhabited world that hasn't soaked up the ephemeral juices of some act of violent selfishness. I don't believe in abstract evil. It's just a metaphor we use as an excuse. On the Holocaust: The black hole has a core. Its name is Mengele. His spider's web is made of railway lines. On Hombres, Hopalongs and Mysterious Dave Mather: Fantasy is both a touchstone and a talisman in a world overhung with monstrous tyrannies of all sorts and sizes. On a voyage to the end of the world, with pirates and philosophers: "I've been thinking," says Bob. "If algebra is the language of philosophy, then you could express the substance of the universe as 'w squared times d equals R', where the elements of the equation are (w)eirdness, (d)odginess and (R)eality." On September 11th, 2001: You have to give it to Osama Bin Laden, no-one else has managed to piss-off, collectively and simultaneously, the Americans. the Europeans, the Russians, the Chinese and the majority of Islamic governments. Designed to death by John Coulthart and lavishly illustrated with a copious selection of rare, eclectic and downright bizarre drawings and photographs, this could only be a Savoy book! "For those tired of the lazy after-dinner displays of Sunday supplement journo-personalities, Robert Meadley offers substance and originality. What you'll find here is the work of a sharp, idiosyncratic, independent and wonderfully educated, observant mind. They are literary excursions in some ways more reminiscent of the great 18th century eccentrics than more modern essayists and as such they carry a certain post-modern atmosphere. Give this book your generosity and your time and it's very likely you'll never see life quite the same again." Michael Moorcock in his introduction. Jacket design by John Coulthart. Size: 8vo - over 7¾" - 9¾" tall.
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A Tea Dance at Savoy (2003)
EN HC NW FEISBN: 9780861301126 bzw. 0861301129, in Englisch, Savoy Books, Manchester, gebundenes Buch, neu, Erstausgabe.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigtes Königreich Großbritannien und Nordirland, plus shipping, Shipping area: EUR.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Delectus Books, LONDON, London, [RE:3].
8vo-over 7¾"-9¾" tall. Hardcover, First Edition.
Von Händler/Antiquariat, Delectus Books, LONDON, London, [RE:3].
8vo-over 7¾"-9¾" tall. Hardcover, First Edition.
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