Adam Mars-Jones
Adam Mars-Jones is a writer and critic living in London. His recent novel Pilcrow restored a shy typographical symbol (¶) to its proper place in the breakfast conversation of millions. He was named one of Granta’s Best of Young British Novelists in both 1983 and 1993. He reviews books for the London Observer.
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Essays & MemoirEssays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
What I’m Listening To
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‘Obscure repertoire is a sensible hiding-place for mediocre technique.’
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Everything Is Different in Your House
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‘At the end of the year, an ambulance brought Suseela home from hospital to die’.
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Portrait of My Father
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‘I put my trophy on a high shelf, and at some stage laid it face down.’
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Quiet, Please
Adam Mars-Jones
‘Film music can be stained glass or wallpaper.’
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Blind Bitter Happiness
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‘Sheila was both a wanted and an unwanted child.’
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Neighbours
Adam Mars-Jones
‘Terry and I entertained hundreds of couples over the years, and I don't think we were unusual.‘
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Bears in Mourning
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‘When I think about it, it was terrible the way we behaved when Victor died. We behaved as if we were ashamed of him, or angry.’
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Baby Clutch
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‘Endlessly we reformulate our feelings for each other.’
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Trout Day By Pumpkin Light
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‘He is as old as sin, if sin is twenty-six.’