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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... looked up at the beaming faces all gazing down at me. That first experience of loving oneness proved key to my knowing what love should feel like. That fundamental emotional benchmark, set at such an early age, meant that I also ...
... looked like a huge bed of white linen, all tucked in nice and tidy. But the bed wasn't huge: it was him who was so small. He'd wasted away to a skeleton of his former self. He was such a kind-hearted, quiet man, and as I looked at him ...
... looked through it, none of the images made sense to us; we'd never seen anything like them before. We were shocked and silenced by what we saw. Why were all these people in their pyjamas? They looked so thin and ill. Piles of dead ...
... looked forward to when we had family or my parents' friends round for Sunday lunch and I got to play with their children, although, if I was enjoying myself too much, my dad would bellow, 'Stop showing off!' His presence and dictatorial ...
... looked like air pilots' uniforms. We'd regularly go to the seaside at weekends. They would go on the bike together and put us on the bus under the supervision of the bus conductor, then meet us at the other end. We were saved the trauma ...