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In his heyday, during the 1960s and early 1970s, B. S. Johnson was one of the best-known young novelists in Britain. A passionate advocate for the avant-garde in both literature and film, he became famous -- not to say notorious -- both for his forthright views on the future of the novel and for his idiosyncratic ways of putting them into practice. But in November 1973 Johnson's lifelong depression got the better of him, and he was found dead at his north London home. He had taken his own life at the age of forty. Jonathan Coe's biography is based upon unique access to the vast collection of papers Johnson left behind after his death, and upon dozens of interviews with those who knew him best. As unconventional in form as one of its subject's own novels, it paints a remarkable picture -- sometimes hilarious, often overwhelmingly sad -- of a tortured personality; a man whose writing tragically failed to keep at bay the demons that pursued him.
She's a widow. And I'm not what I would consider a good role model for her young child. It's been a long road for me. I've been plagued with bad decisions and grief. You could say life sucker punched the wind right out of me. Just like it did to the woman in the car that spun into the ditch right before my eyes. I helped calm her down until the ambulance came, and assumed I'd never see her again. Judging by her wide eyes and the soda that poured into my lap when Montana Hutchinson delivered the drinks to my table at the town diner, I would guess she believed the same thing. I thought we could be friends. After all, we have more in common than even she realizes. But it seems Tana happens to be a magnet for trouble. And I happen to be the kind of guy that can't sit back and watch the danger unfold around her. I'll do anything to protect her and her daughter. But every day I spend with her gets harder to push down the feelings growing inside of me. Being with Tana not only proves I'm capable of love again. I can breathe again. Happiness isn't something that everyone gets the privilege to have. And there's no way I'm about to let anyone take it away from me again.
List for March 7, 1844, is the list for September 10, 1842, amended in manuscript.