China Miéville on Attic Summer by Jane Gaskell (1963)
All of Gaskell’s books astonish, in a variety of ways. Here in this early work there is something in particular about the ingenuousness of the prose, the strangely affectless excitement of youth at a questionable end of Kings Road. This city veers between violence and matter-of-fact beauty with passages of ecstatic description that have simply never been surpassed. That Gaskell, one of the greatest London writers, is also one of the most neglected, is a literary dereliction that a retrospective Folio Prize might go some way to obviating.