Art Sex MusicFaber & Faber, 4. apr. 2017 - 384 síður A SUNDAY TIMES, TELEGRAPH, ROUGH TRADE, PITCHFORK AND UNCUT MUSIC BOOK OF THE YEAR |
From inside the book
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... there. Toys, pianos, kitchens left almost intact, the tattered wallpaper on one remaining wall of a house complete with fireplace, half a staircase, or a small piece of bedroom floor hanging precariously ... I don't know how any of us ...
... there and me and Les started school together. We had curious childhood habits. We'd eat mud, coal, flowers and clover leaves, and now we proceeded to eat the wax crayons we were given at school. The purple crayons seemed the most tasty ...
... there that I discovered books on Greek myths, which opened a whole new world of thinking for me. I developed a voracious appetite for reading. Then I stopped going there, for reasons that had nothing to do with books. Over the course of ...
... There were two metal vices I played with constantly, even stupidly putting my fingers in them and tightening the vice until I couldn't bear it any more, like thumbscrew torture devices. I'd rummage about in the shed for hours, but only ...
... there and I still felt deferential to them and uncomfortable socialising with them. I'd stay in the labs all day, even taking my tea and dinner breaks there. I was at a junction in my life.