The Colour of Memory
- 8 Nov 2012
- 9780857862716
- £10.99
- 288 pp
- 129×198mm
- 8 Nov 2012
- 9780857863362
- £8.79
- 288 pp
In a few words
‘Not since Colin MacInnes’s City of Spades and Absolute Beginners thirty years ago has a novel stuck a flick-knife so accurately into the young and marginal city’ The Times
In a few words
‘Not since Colin MacInnes’s City of Spades and Absolute Beginners thirty years ago has a novel stuck a flick-knife so accurately into the young and marginal city’ The Times
Of all the hyped novels about 1980s London, it remains one of the most genuine
Peter Jukes
New StatesmanCaptures the vigour and life of Brixton . . . There are vivid tableaux of street life, shot through a compassionate lens . . . sustained and powerful
Of all the hyped novels about 1980s London, it remains one of the most genuine
Peter Jukes
New StatesmanCaptures the vigour and life of Brixton . . . There are vivid tableaux of street life, shot through a compassionate lens . . . sustained and powerful
More about
the book
‘In the race to be first in describing the lost generation of the 1980s, Geoff Dyer in The Colour of Memory leads past the winning post. ‘We’re not lost,’ one of his hero’s friend’s says, ‘we’re virtually extinct’. It is a small world in Brixton that Dyer commemorates, of council flat and instant wasteland, of living on the dole and the scrounge, of mugging, which is merely begging by force, and of listening to Callas and Coltrane. It is the nostalgia of the DHSS Bohemians, the children of unsocial security, in an urban landscape of debris and wreckage. Not since Colin MacInnes’s City of Spades and Absolute Beginners thirty years ago has a novel stuck a flick-knife so accurately into the young and marginal city. A low-keyed style and laconic wit touch up The Colour of Memory.’ The Times
More about
the book
‘In the race to be first in describing the lost generation of the 1980s, Geoff Dyer in The Colour of Memory leads past the winning post. ‘We’re not lost,’ one of his hero’s friend’s says, ‘we’re virtually extinct’. It is a small world in Brixton that Dyer commemorates, of council flat and instant wasteland, of living on the dole and the scrounge, of mugging, which is merely begging by force, and of listening to Callas and Coltrane. It is the nostalgia of the DHSS Bohemians, the children of unsocial security, in an urban landscape of debris and wreckage. Not since Colin MacInnes’s City of Spades and Absolute Beginners thirty years ago has a novel stuck a flick-knife so accurately into the young and marginal city. A low-keyed style and laconic wit touch up The Colour of Memory.’ The Times
Dyer writes crisp Martin Amis-inflected prose, full of acute and neat phrases
In the race to be first in describing the lost generation of the 1980s, Geoff Dyer in The Colour of Memory leads past the winning post. Not since Colin MacInnes's City of Spades and Absolute Beginners thirty years ago has a novel stuck a flick-knife so accurately into the young and marginal city. A low-keyed style and laconic wit touch up The Colour of Memory
Dyer writes crisp Martin Amis-inflected prose, full of acute and neat phrases
In the race to be first in describing the lost generation of the 1980s, Geoff Dyer in The Colour of Memory leads past the winning post. Not since Colin MacInnes's City of Spades and Absolute Beginners thirty years ago has a novel stuck a flick-knife so accurately into the young and marginal city. A low-keyed style and laconic wit touch up The Colour of Memory
