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OUR AUTUMN 2018 LAUNCH IS COMING THIS WEDNESDAY

Eyewear likes to celebrate its seasonal book launches at the London Review Bookshop in Bloomsbury, London - one of the legendary and best bookshops in the UK.

If you wish to attend our October 24th event, at 7pm - 9pm  please rsvp to: info at eyewearpublishing dot com - admission is free, all welcome, and we offer free wine or water.

This book signing/ drinks reception, with brief readings, will feature the following authors:

Gary Lachman (Occult expert, writer and Rock n Roll Hall of famer) and Colin Stanley (Wilson expert, novelist and poet) - who wrote the introductory essay for, and annotated the edition of, respectively, the acclaimed Colin Wilson reprint, Eagles & Earwigs

Brian Jabas Smith - writer, singer-songwriter, journalist, in from Arizona

Rebecca Close - over from Barcelona to accept her £1,500 Melita Hume prize selected by Vahni Capildeo

Ken Evans - in from Manchester to launch his riveting debut

Alex Wylie - our very own editor reading from the brilliant Secular Games

Gale Burns - back from Quebec, the popular poet launching a great debut

Michael Wilson - over from Northern Ireland to launch his powerful debut

Sam Meekings - launching the ambitious novel about Van Gogh's great lost painting of Dr Gachet

WITH SPECIAL GUEST READER MARIAH WHELAN, reading from her forthcoming 2019 Eyewear novel-in-verse, City of Rivers & A SPECIAL EDITOR READING...


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