Book description
The only end of writing,' Dr Johnson said, is to enable the
readers better to enjoy life, or better to endure it.' Misprint offers
the reader countries and languages perceived through the eyes of youth
and loss. Untimely deaths and memories of far-off lands abound, some
dreamed, some lived. In this first collection, James Womack plays with
ideas of tradition, lightly conjuring heavy themes, and makes a bow to
pulp culture. He ferries us between Russia, Spain and North Korea and
the differently real' virtual environments of film, dream, ghosts,
the North Korean Press Agency. Eurydice', the concluding sequence,
draws the different strands of the collection together. We end up
dislocated: bewildered but rather happier about the future. As Mr
Edwards said to the Great Cham: I, too, Sir, in my time have tried
being a philosopher; but somehow cheerfulness kept creeping in.'
