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When I was younger, I’d hear all the old people come out with the most extraordinary things – things you aren’t meant even to think these days, much less come out with in polite company. But actually, I’m beginning to see the point of it now. Beginning to see the attraction, as it were.
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A lot of stuff that gets nominated for the Booker is so far up its own arse, you need a torch to read it. Why do people feel the need to describe everything in minute detail? Just get on with the story and leave the artistry to the poets, who’ll achieve a greater effect with far fewer words. I shouldn’t be too disparaging. It’s all subjective, of course. But one man’s meat is another man’s poison, and ‘Middlemarch’ damn near killed me.
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An astronaut enjoyed my first book so much that he took my picture to space. This does sound pretty incredible and I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t have some evidence. I’ve got a photograph of Piers Sellers (the spaceman) holding a photocopied jacket shot of me against the window of a space shuttle. You can see Planet Earth through the glass, 115 miles below.
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To a small dash of political spin and verbal thuggery, with a sprinkle of shallow self-absorption and image obsession (think Ugly Betty and The Thick of It), add a bowlful of clever writing, razor sharp humour, and precise comic timing, and the end result is E2, a 21st century, electronic-age satire.
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I have such a strange memory of my childhood and teenage years – I seem to have simply blocked out great chunks of it. I do remember feeling terribly inadequate during my teenage years. Everyone else seemed to know what they wanted out of life, and which direction they were going to go. I just felt…adrift. I was at my happiest when I had my head stuck in a book. Looking back on it now, that may not have been a bad thing.
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Imagine meeting up with an old friend after many years and being regaled with stories of what they’ve been up to all this time. Reading Rick’s reminiscences is like sitting in the pub with a mate who tells a great yarn exceptionally well.
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