London, 1939, and in the grimy publands of Earl's Court, George Harvey Bone is pursuing a helpless infatuation.
Netta is cool, contemptuous and hopelessly desirable to George. George is adrift in a drunken hell except in his dead moments, when something goes click in his head and he realises, without a doubt, that he must kill her.
In the darkly comic Hangover Square, Patrick Hamilton brilliantly evokes a seedy, fog-bound world of saloon bars, lodging houses and boozing philosophers, immortalising the slang and conversational tone of a whole generation and capturing the premonitions of doom that pervaded London life in the months before the war.
This is a fine, sad novel, beautifully read - nuanced and attentive to Hamilton's prose: bitter, bleak and involving
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A flawless performance of a beautiful book. So evocative and sad. One of my favourite audible experiences