by Quentin S. Crisp
Foreword by Justin Isis
Publication Date: May 2010
Paperback, 288 pages, 8.0 x 5.25 x 0.7 inches
Ramsey Blake’s first job as a teacher takes him back to the secluded village where he grew up. There he begins to remember the strange world of childhood and comes to realise that the adult world is equally as strange. At the centre of everyday life he discovers a nightmarish game of power and manipulation and is forced to choose sides. But whatever his decision, he is about to receive the ultimate object lesson in human cruelty.
Prepare yourself for an experience darker than The Wasp Factory and more grotesque than The League of Gentlemen. A novel others would not dare to publish is now available for the first time.
What People Say
“At the end of the book I felt numb, unsure what I had read and feeling rather like, instead of having just read a book, that something had been done to me.”
Wayne Edwards, Horror World
“Unpublished for far too long, “Remember You’re A One Ball!” is a work of profound insight into childhood and the long shadow it casts over adulthood. Its fearless, brutal honesty and the superlative quality of the prose are virtually without peer. This novel confirms me in my belief that Crisp is the most important writer of his generation.”
Mark Samuels, author of Glyphotech and Other Macabre Processes
“Quentin Crisp’s work belongs to a tradition of horror literature that both defines the genre and justifies it as a worthy form of artistic expression. Literate, inventive, deeply thoughtful, and concerned with the darkest aspects of human fate, Crisp exemplifies what it means to be a horror writer.”
Thomas Ligotti, author of The Conspiracy Against the Human Race
“Remember You’re a One-Ball!” is – in its recognition of the suffering of outcasts, of the ugly and the forgotten – a work of great compassion.
Justin Isis, para para dancer and science fiction writer
“Quentin S. Crisp should be famous by now as the great England person reconfiguring the I-novel with nihil horror and England wet playground melancholy and following through on the implications of all that (probably only he knows fully what they are right now)”