Norman Lewis
Norman Lewis died in 2003 at the age of 95. He was the author of thirteen novels and fifteen books of travel and memoir. ‘An Amateur Spy in Arabia’, which was published in Granta 73, was taken from his final book, A Voyage by Dhow.
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An Amateur Spy In Arabia
Norman Lewis
‘In the 1930s I wanted to travel and I wanted to write. In 1935, I published my first book—about a journey to Spain’.
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
God Bless the Squire
Norman Lewis
‘From the age of five I attended Forty Hill Church School. Studies began every day with half an hour's catechism.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Aphrodisiacs I Have Known
Norman Lewis
‘In the winter of 1957, I went to Liberia for the New Yorker.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Hemingway in Cuba
Norman Lewis
'I met Ian Fleming at Cape's annual party. Jonathan Cape made no secret of disliking Fleming, had read only the first chapter of Casino Royale and nothing whatever of his subsequent books.'
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Siam
Norman Lewis
‘Little surprise was aroused when the model chosen for the new Hat Yai was Dodge City of the 1860s as revealed by the movies.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Essex
Norman Lewis
‘Essex is the ugliest county. I only went there to be able to work in peace and quiet and get away from the settlers from London south of the river.’
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The Shaman of Chichicastenango
Norman Lewis
‘Many Guatemalans claimed to have experienced almost miraculous cures at the hands of the shamans, and the pilgrimages to Chichicastenango had begun.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Jackdaw Cake
Norman Lewis
‘My grandfather, whom I saw only at weekends, filled every corner of the house with his deep, competitive voice, and a personality aromatic as cigar-smoke.’
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Village of Cats
Norman Lewis
‘It was a time for enmities to be put aside, and alliances cemented wherever they could be found, but Farol and Sort turned their backs on one another, and went their separate ways towards an obscure fate.’