I also attach a lovely piece on the book from Alan Moore.

 

Monumental in every sense, The Last London is a beautifully-chiselled hieroglyphic capstone set in place atop the fifty-year-high edifice of Iain Sinclair’s city writings, all the rising lines of the enquiry brought together in a Shard-like and impaling spike as the most potent voice in English letters finally gets to the point. The [...]