In the race to be first in describing the lost generation of the eighties, 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 litening 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
Author of 3 novels, a study of John Berger & 4 genre-defying titles including But Beautiful, which won the Somerset Maugham Prize and the most recent Yoga For People Who Can't Be Bothered To Do It. His book of essays, Anglo-English Attitudes, was also critically acclaimed.