KOTZWINKLE, William. The Fan Man. Henley-on-Thames: Aiden Ellis. 1974. 8vo. First British edition and only. Publisher’s pale orange cloth lettered in brown to the spine, in the dust jacket. A very good copy, the cloth clean and bright, very gently bumped to corners. The binding tight and slightly rolled, the contents clean throughout with a few very minor abrasions to textblock. The dust jacket unclipped with the £2.40 price to flap struck through in red ink. A little crimped and bumped to the edges, but an altogether smart example.
The cult comic novel of a New York down-and-out street crawler, ‘hippest of the hip, incredible musical genius, out of his mind and falling apart at the seams’, whose final mission is to get everyone in the world singing polyphonic music. The author’s second novel and most famous work—he was working as a department store Santa Claus prior, as evidenced by the humorous author photograph to rear panel. The zany playfulness of the story uses an appealing hippie vernacular that’s somewhere between Brautigan and Vonnegut.
KOTZWINKLE, William. The Fan Man. Henley-on-Thames: Aiden Ellis. 1974. 8vo. First British edition and only. Publisher’s pale orange cloth lettered in brown to the spine, in the dust jacket. A very good copy, the cloth clean and bright, very gently bumped to corners. The binding tight and slightly rolled, the contents clean throughout with a few very minor abrasions to textblock. The dust jacket unclipped with the £2.40 price to flap struck through in red ink. A little crimped and bumped to the edges, but an altogether smart example.
The cult comic novel of a New York down-and-out street crawler, ‘hippest of the hip, incredible musical genius, out of his mind and falling apart at the seams’, whose final mission is to get everyone in the world singing polyphonic music. The author’s second novel and most famous work—he was working as a department store Santa Claus prior, as evidenced by the humorous author photograph to rear panel. The zany playfulness of the story uses an appealing hippie vernacular that’s somewhere between Brautigan and Vonnegut.
