The second time I went to interview Martin Amis was again at his London house in Primrose Hill. He had no real reason to be kind to me that day and yet his spontaneous willingness to give me his time and encouragement was indicative of a lesser-documented quality in his character and, I think, his writing: the quality of... read full story
"furiously commuting from Foulness, near Southend, where he had a semi… [and lived in]… a condition of untouchable sordor"