I Went to the Worst of Bars Hoping to Get Killed. But All I Could Do Was to Get Drunk Again John le carre Doug gets old

Doug gets old

He chose not to take over his parents’ farm and instead became a self-taught photographer and jack of all trades

making it difficult to distinguish between the foreground and the background

“Whenever there was a high-rise building

from Ulan Bator to Antarctica

I Went to the Worst of Bars Hoping to Get Killed. But All I Could Do Was to Get Drunk Again John le carre Doug gets oldFirst edition (2015) First impression Medium format paperback Signed by Ciran g Arnold to rear of book opposite the copyright page About Winner of the 2015 MACK First Book Award I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed, but all I could do was to get drunk again is a diary of sorts, following invisible men, down piss alleyways and into empty bars. The photographer accompanies the seekers of oblivion, their lopsided faces caught between ecstasy