‘Cities underneath cities,’ as Nick Talbot from Gravenhurst once sang. All places are haunted by their pasts. This is a book that Nick would have loved, and it’s one of the strangest, most interesting books I remember reading. Part Sebaldian psychogeography, part portrait of the writer’s own mania, Seabrook connects everything with everything (the book starts with T. S. Eliot connecting nothing with nothing on Margate Sands). Serial killers, alcoholism, prostitution, patricide, Charles Hawtrey from the Carry On films. Truly unique, All The Devils Are Here is a kind of From Hell set in Kent. Another great recommmendation from the essential Backlisted podcast.














