I Went to the Worst of Bars Hoping to Get Killed. But All I Could Do Was to Get Drunk Again Stephen Baxter Like many of his contemporaries

Like many of his contemporaries

between ‘visual art’ and ‘theory’

This book is a moving journal of the final years of a sixty-year marriage

Featuring almost twice as many images as its predecessors

I Went to the Worst of Bars Hoping to Get Killed. But All I Could Do Was to Get Drunk Again Stephen Baxter Like many of his contemporariesFirst 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