‘Follow Iain Sinclair into the cloud jungles of Peru and emerge questioning all that seemed so solid and immutable.’ Barry Miles

From the award-winning author of The Last London and Lights Out for the Territory, a journey in the footsteps of our ancestors.

Iain Sinclair and his daughter travel through Peru, guided by – and in reaction to – an ill-fated colonial expedition led by his great-grandfather. The family history of a displaced Scottish highlander fades into the brutal reality of a major land grab. The historic thirst for gold and the establishment of sprawling coffee plantations leave terrible wounds on virgin territory.

In Sinclair’s haunting prose, no place escapes its past, and nor can we.

‘The Gold Machine  is a trip, a psychoactive expedition in compelling company.’  TLS

‘Follow Iain Sinclair into the cloud jungles of Peru and emerge questioning all that seemed so solid and immutable.’ Barry Miles

From the award-winning author of The Last London and Lights Out for the Territory, a journey in the footsteps of our ancestors.

Iain Sinclair and his daughter travel through Peru, guided by – and in reaction to – an ill-fated colonial expedition led by his great-grandfather. The family history of a displaced Scottish highlander fades into the brutal reality of a major land grab. The historic thirst for gold and the establishment of sprawling coffee plantations leave terrible wounds on virgin territory.

In Sinclair’s haunting prose, no place escapes its past, and nor can we.

‘The Gold Machine  is a trip, a psychoactive expedition in compelling company.’  TLS

London. A city apart. Inimitable. Or so it once seemed.

Spiralling from the outer limits of the Overground to the pinnacle of the Shard, Iain Sinclair encounters a metropolis stretched beyond recognition. The vestiges of secret tunnels, the ghosts of saints and lost poets lie buried by developments, the cycling revolution and Brexit. An electrifying final odyssey, The Last London is an unforgettable vision of the Big Smoke before it disappears into the air of memory.

Echoing his journey in London Orbital over a decade ago, Iain Sinclair narrates his second circular walk around the capital. Shortly after rush-hour and accompanied by a rambling companion, Sinclair begins walking along London’s Overground network, or, ‘Ginger Line’. With characteristic playfulness, detours into folk history, withering assessments of the political classes and a joyful allegiance to the ordinary oddball, Sinclair guides us on a tour of London’s trendiest new transport network – and shows the shifting, changing city from new and surprising angles.

‘He is incapable of writing a dull paragraph’ Scotland on Sunday
‘Sinclair breathes wondrous life into monstrous man-made landscapes’ Times Literary Supplement

‘If you are drawn to English that doesn’t just sing, but sings the blues and does scat and rocks the joint, try Sinclair. His sentences deliver a rush like no one else’s‘ Washington Post

Iain Sinclair’s books include London Orbital, Hackney, That Rose-Red Empire, Downriver (which won the James Tait Black Memorial Prize and the Encore Award) Ghost Milk and American Smoke. He lives in Hackney, East London.

‘My book of the year. Sentence for sentence, there is no more interesting writer at work in English’ John Lanchester, Daily Telegraph

Encircling London like a noose, the M25 is a road to nowhere, but when Iain Sinclair sets out to walk this asphalt loop – keeping within the ‘acoustic footprints’ – he is determined to find out where the journey will lead him. Stumbling upon converted asylums, industrial and retail parks, ring-fenced government institutions and lost villages, Sinclair discovers a Britain of the fringes, a landscape consumed by developers. London Orbital charts this extraordinary trek and round trip of the soul, revealing the country as you’ve never seen it before.

‘A magnum opus, my book of the year. I urge you to read it. In fact, if you’re a Londoner and haven’t read it by the end of next year, I suggest you leave’ Will Self, Evening Standard

‘A journey into the heart of darkness and a fascinating snapshot of who we are, lit by Sinclair’s vivid prose. I’m sure it will be read fifty years from now’ J. G. Ballard, Observer