If I was already ensnared by the writing, when I saw the photograph on the back
flap of the published edition I was seriously smitten; the Jagger lips, moody
monobrow and fag between two fingers exactly fitted the image I’d formed of a
coldly alluring Martin Amis. And even sexier was the discovery that, having left
Oxford with a first-class honours degree in English he was, as his protagonist
dubs himself, “fucking clever”.
This article, detailing the love affair of Martin Amis and Julie Kavanagh, is the best thing in the world. No joke. I Googled "best thing in the world" and this came up. On the Google in my head, anyway.
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