Publisher Description
‘At Last is a miraculously wrought piece of art’ – Suzi Feay, Financial Times
‘A terrifying, spectacularly entertaining saga’ – James Lasdun, The Guardian
At Last is the fifth instalment in Edward St Aubyn’s semi-autobiographical series, The Patrick Melrose novels.
As friends, relatives and foes trickle in to pay their final respects to his mother Eleanor, Patrick Melrose finds himself questioning whether a life without parents will be the liberation he has so long imagined. Yet as the memorial service ends and the family gathers one last time, amidst the social niceties and the social horrors, the calms and the rapids, Patrick begins to sense a new current: the chance of some form of safety – at last.
‘Remarkable. St Aubyn’s books are at once extremely dark and extremely funny’ – Francine Prose, The New York Times
‘The pinnacle of a series that has plunged into darkness and risen towards light. At Last is both resounding end and hopeful beginning’ – Philip Womack, The Telegraph
Part of the Picador Collection, a series showcasing the best of modern literature.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Eleanor Melrose has died, and her son Patrick is attending her memorial service at the opening of this brilliant, introspective, and witty novel from St. Aubyn, the fifth, and presumably final, in the autobiographical series (after Mother's Milk which, like this novel, was a finalist for the Man Booker Prize). Though it's possible to read At Last on its own, it's best appreciated as the conclusion to the long, often torturous story of Patrick Melrose and his aristocratic but barbarous family. The funeral allows St. Aubyn to bring an enormous cast into play, offering multiple perspectives on the Melroses, but St. Aubyn's true subject is Patrick: being raped by his father as a child, his mother's squandering of the family fortune on the "Transpersonal Foundation," his own stints in rehab. Despite a level of dysfunction that would render most novels unreadable (and most lives unlivable), the book is a masterpiece of dark comedy, with plentiful wit. St. Aubyn's greatest accomplishment, however, lies in his rendering of consciousness itself, turning inchoate thought and memory into a thematically unified, unflinching, and deeply satisfying narrative. Though he echoes Anthony Powell and Evelyn Waugh, St. Aubyn's voice is unique, powerful, and scathingly funny.
