Pompey: A Novel

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At first glance, Jonathan Meades's 1993 masterpiece Pompey is a post-war family saga set in and around the city of Portsmouth. This doesn't come close to communicating the scabrous magnificence of Meades's vision. He writes like Martin Amis on acid, creating an obscene, suppurating vision of an England in terminal decline. The story begins with Guy Vallender, a fireworks manufacturer from Portsmouth (Pompey), who has four children by different four different women. There's Poor Eddie, a feeble geek with a gift for healing; 'Mad Bantu', the son of a black prostitute, who was hopelessly damaged in the womb by an attempted abortion; Bonnie, who is born beautiful but becomes a junkie and a porn star; and finally Jean-Marie, a leather-wearing gay gerontophiliac conceived on a one-night stand in Belgium. The narrator is 'Jonathan Meades', cousin to Poor Eddie and Bonnie, who tells the story of how their strange and poisonous destinies intersect. And although there is no richer stew of perversity, voyeurism, corruption, religious extremism and curdled celebrity in all of English literature, there is also an underlying compassion and a jet-black humour which makes Pompey an important and strangely satisfying work of art. Prepare to enter the English novel's darkest ride....

Jonathan Meades writes and presents topographical and architectural television films, among them the series The Victorian House, Abroad in Britain and Further Abroad. Since 1986 he has contributed a weekly column about restaurants to the Times. His book include This Is Their Life, An Illustrated Atlas of the World's Buildings, Filthy English, Peter Knows What Dick Likes and Pompey.

"He has done for Portsmouth (Portsmouth, for heaven's sake) what Baudelaire did for Paris, Joyce for Dublin and Paul Bowles for Tangier... One of the very best and most absurdly underrated novels of the nineties." -- Stephen Fry "Disgusting and brilliant - should earn Meades justifiable comparison to Joyce, Celine, Pynchon." -- Paul Spike Vogue "There is no doubt that Pompey is the product of a brilliant mind: one would not, however, wish to dine with its author." -- Nick Hornby Times Literary Supplement "The English novel needs its senses to be violently deranged, and this piledriver of a book...might just provide a kick-start." -- Elizabeth Young Independent on Sunday