Review:
Nik Cohn is not the kind of novelist who is content to write about the merely downtrodden. In his new novel, Need, the belly dancers also deliver Verse-O-Grams; the sad sack has a shoe fetish and dreams of making his fortune as topless car-wash magnate; and even the psychic moonlights running a bizarre pet shop. Of course, the novel is set in New York City, where all this and more is possible, really. There's something a little hallucinatory about Need, as if the strange characters and the even stranger circumstances they find themselves in were all part of a troubling dream one can't quite wake from. Gritty as the urban landscape he details, Nik Cohn's language is the engine that keeps this novel running to the very end.
Review:
"A grand tour of the fringes of functioning society in England . . .
A masterpiece of good writing, human sympathy and fine, understated characterisation . . . Affectionately teasing his subjects, as Dickens does, [Cohn] achieves more for them than hero-worship or vilification ever could."
--Independent on Sunday
Forget about cricket, tea with the vicar and the changing of the guard (and about the much-hyped Cool Britannia as well), and encounter a hidden nation--the many millions who've fallen out of the mainstream, or chosen to jump. Nik Cohn's kaleidoscopic England is made up of techno-freaks and soccer-obsessives, faith healers and fetishists, graffiti artists, Odinists, Rastas, Elvis impersonators, even the Antichrist. Armed with insatiable curiosity and guided by Mary Carson, an unstoppable Irish firebrand, Cohn whirls from the changing countryside of Cornwall and East Anglia to the ravaged postindustrial North, from riotous seaside towns to London netherworlds. Whether rampaging native or second-generation immigrant, each member of this remarkable chorus has a distinct story and a voice to match, and their lives define a world cut loose from tradition and all certainty. Gone bananas, in fact.
"Triumphantly [exposing] England's underbelly in all its grotesque glory, Cohn has the kind of empathetic imagination that can locate and communicate the residual beauty in damaged human beings. He transcribes their whirling thoughts and fantasies into a considered and elegiac poetry."
--Financial Times
"England has never seemed so strange, so poignant, or so exhilarating . . . Perhaps it is his own sense of displacement--born in Ireland, raised in England and now resident in America--that lends Cohn a natural sympathy for the outsider. His great gift is not simply his extravagant, firecracker prose, but an ability to insinuate himself into the confidence and under the skin of his subjects; to dissect their foibles, yet leave them with their humanity and dignity intact."
--Daily Telegraph
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