An Encyclopaedia of Myself
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LONGLISTED FOR THE SAMUEL JOHNSON PRIZE 2014
âA symphonic poem about postwar England and Englishness ... A masterpieceâ Financial Times
The 1950s were not grey. In Jonathan Meadesâs detailed, petit-point memoir they are luridly polychromatic. They were peopled by embittered grotesques, bogus majors, vicious spinsters, reckless bohos, pompous boors, drunks, suicides. Death went dogging everywhere. Salisbury had two industries: God and the Cold War. For the child, delight is to be found everywhere â in the intense observation of adult frailties, in landscapes and prepubescent sex, in calligraphy and in rivers.
This memoir is an engrossing portrait of a disappeared provincial England, a time and place unpeeled with gruesome relish.
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Jonathan Meadesâs most recent book âMuseum Without Wallsâ was selected as a book of the year by seven critics. He has since published a box of photos in postcard form, âPidgin Snapsâ. His new films âConcrete Poetryâ are in praise of brutalist architecture and will be transmitted on BBC4 in March 2014.
