STONIER, George Walter. The Memoirs of a Ghost. London: Grey Walls Press. 1947. Thin and small 8vo. Publisher’s black cloth lettered in gilt to the spine, in the beautifully suggestive dust jacket which goes uncredited. A near fine example, the cloth clean and bright, the gilt just a trifle dulled. The binding tight and square, the contents clean and fine but for a few very mild spots and marks to textblock edges and very occasionally within, but without stamps or inscriptions. The dust jacket unclipped (8s 6d net), corners and spine tips marginally bumped, a few light marks to rear panel.
A sharp example of Stonier’s second novel, a short modernist novel about a man who is killed in London’s Blitz whilst carrying a tray across the room. To his and the reader’s confusion, he continues as a ghost in what becomes a haunting, existential disillusionment of both life before death and life after life, or being ‘inwardly dead but outwardly living’. The work was much-discussed on publication—the prose can be frightfully confusing at times, but the jumpy, spasmodic and mystical melody does indeed turn pages. Uncommon.
STONIER, George Walter. The Memoirs of a Ghost. London: Grey Walls Press. 1947. Thin and small 8vo. Publisher’s black cloth lettered in gilt to the spine, in the beautifully suggestive dust jacket which goes uncredited. A near fine example, the cloth clean and bright, the gilt just a trifle dulled. The binding tight and square, the contents clean and fine but for a few very mild spots and marks to textblock edges and very occasionally within, but without stamps or inscriptions. The dust jacket unclipped (8s 6d net), corners and spine tips marginally bumped, a few light marks to rear panel.
A sharp example of Stonier’s second novel, a short modernist novel about a man who is killed in London’s Blitz whilst carrying a tray across the room. To his and the reader’s confusion, he continues as a ghost in what becomes a haunting, existential disillusionment of both life before death and life after life, or being ‘inwardly dead but outwardly living’. The work was much-discussed on publication—the prose can be frightfully confusing at times, but the jumpy, spasmodic and mystical melody does indeed turn pages. Uncommon.
