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Martin Amis

A Summer of Lust in a Tuscan Castle

Martin Amis In a corner of Martin Amis’s living room in London, watched over by elegantly sombre paintings, stands a bright-orange pinball machine called Eye of the Tiger. “It’s a really good one,” says the renowned novelist. “I’m getting worse and worse at it. All that flow of youth is gone.”

At 60, Amis increasingly finds himself in a retrospective mood. He’s too irreverent to be an éminence grise, but he’s no longer the notorious enfant terrible of English letters. Lately, he’s been helping to nurture the talents of budding authors at the University of Manchester and Toronto’s Humber School for Writers, and in his new novel, The Pregnant Widow, his famously coruscating humour is more benign than ever before, leaving ample room for emotion.

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