The Palaces of Memory
The Palaces of Memory by Stuart Freedman. First edition (2015). First impression. Medium format hardback in new condition. Flat signed by Stuart Freedman to title page. No markings. This is a new book. Please see pictures, any questions please get in touch.
About The Palaces of Memory
There is a monkey at the window. It lopes slowly along the low wall and momentarily peers inside through grimy windows at a dozen old men talking furiously at dirty tables. Unimpressed, the monkey carefully scratches its behind and ambles off, leisurely dropping down onto the terrace before walking calmly across the tiled floor and disappearing over the edge of the precipice. Above, eagles soar effortlessly in the languid, polluted air. This is central New Delhi in the late afternoon and three floors below on the street there is the usual chaos.
Downstairs, nearly fourteen million people clamber over each other, fighting – sometimes literally – for space, for breath, for a pause in the relentless noise and movement of a city once again shedding it’s grimy skin, becoming its next ‘self’. The Indian Coffee House stands above it all: a survivor from a different time. A black and white movie in an era of 3-D. A palace of mid-century modernism, broken but still standing.
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The Palaces of Memory by Stuart Freedman. First edition (2015). First impression. Medium format hardback in new condition. Flat signed by Stuart Freedman to title page. No markings. This is a new book. Please see pictures, any questions please get in touch.
About The Palaces of Memory
There is a monkey at the window. It lopes slowly along the low wall and momentarily peers inside through grimy windows at a dozen old men talking furiously at dirty tables. Unimpressed, the monkey carefully scratches its behind and ambles off, leisurely dropping down onto the terrace before walking calmly across the tiled floor and disappearing over the edge of the precipice. Above, eagles soar effortlessly in the languid, polluted air. This is central New Delhi in the late afternoon and three floors below on the street there is the usual chaos.
Downstairs, nearly fourteen million people clamber over each other, fighting – sometimes literally – for space, for breath, for a pause in the relentless noise and movement of a city once again shedding it’s grimy skin, becoming its next ‘self’. The Indian Coffee House stands above it all: a survivor from a different time. A black and white movie in an era of 3-D. A palace of mid-century modernism, broken but still standing.
Related Links
More books by Stuart Freedman here.
More books by Dewi Lewis here.
