Proper Job, Charlie Curnow! [antikvár]

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'A page-turning, punk-rocking new novel of Cornwall'. Sometime at the beginning of the twenty-first century, Charlie Curnow lives on the notorious Trelawny Estate on the outskirts of Camborne in Cornwall, at the arse-end of Britain. Far from being 'Inspirational Cornwall' or the 'Delectable Duchy', the Estate is rife with crime, squalor and Anti-Social Behaviour Orders. Heroin and Crack dealers, and tackers smoking cannabis, mingle with psychotic ex-cons and the unemployed. Predictably, the Police stay away, and bus drivers refuse to enter. It is where Social Services dump their rubbish, and where tourists don't go. In contemporary Cornwall, it's hard to find a proper job, let alone buy a house. Across from the Estate is the once heavily mined, Great Tin Lode - a world heritage site - where the stacks of hundreds of engine houses pay homage to an industrial and prosperous past. Now, it is where Trelawny's youth go to drink, have sex and shoot-up. Yet, Charlie Curnow has ambitions of his own. Music is his escape from the Estate's madness, but when he suggests forming a rock band, that's when all hell really breaks loose. In his new novel, Alan M Kent offers an utterly irreverent and wildly improper story of Cornwall. Written in broad dialect, it bubbles with salty satire, but it is also genuinely touching and very truthful indeed.