How Shall I Tell The Dog?

Състояние: Много добро
Забележка: Почти отлично състояние - леко захабен външен вид, неизползвана книга. Джобен формат.
Издателство: Profile Books
Град на издаване: London
Наличност: singular
Ширина (мм): 175
Височина (мм): 180
Дебелина (мм): 18
Корици: Твърди

How Shall I Tell the Dog? is Miles Kington's last book, full of his characteristic and much-loved humour. It is also a final testament to his professionalism and dedication, and a permanent and moving reminder of how bravely he faced his fatal cancer.

In the few months before he died, Miles wrote a series of letters to his friend and literary agent, Gill Coleridge, ostensibly proposing a stream of increasingly absurd ideas for books he might write about his cancer. In reality, of course, the letters themselves are the book, as Miles always intended.

How Shall I Tell The Dog? shows this very English writer at the height of his craft - and as he confronts his fate with understated but unflinching courage ('what's the point of writing it down as life? Any writer worth his salt improves the story until it's worth telling'), his wit never falters: 'I'm afraid this wasn't an idea for a book after all, only an idea on how to spend the royalties ... '

Wry, poignant and deeply moving, these letters are above all very, very funny. Every word is vintage Kington.

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MILES KINGTON, the most prolific humorous writer of our times, began his career at Punch, where he created the popular 'Let's Parler Franglais'. Leaving Punch in 1980 to make one of the BBC's Great Railway journeys programmes, his TV career ended when he turned down the invitation to present Around The World In Eighty Days. He had no regrets: writing was his life, and he wrote every day for thirty years, first for The Times and then for the Independent.

As well as writing his columns, he translated books from the French, reviewed jazz, played double bass, made radio programmes and wrote books. Everything in his humorous mock autobiography, Someone Like Me, was made up, though it fooled many people, including his publishers. His last column appeared on the day he died.