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Martin Louis Amis – angielski pisarz i nauczyciel akademicki.

Syn pisarza Kingsleya Amisa. Jest absolwentem wydziału literatury na University of Oxford . Obecnie wykłada na Uniwersytecie Manchesteru. Wikipedia  

✵ 25. Sierpień 1949   •   Natępne imiona Martin Louis Amis
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Martin Amis cytaty

„Ale jeśli czuję się dumny, że jestem Brytyjczykiem, to właśnie z powodu naszej poezji.”

Źródło: „Forum” (tygodnik) nr 32, str. 38.

Martin Amis: Cytaty po angielsku

“Someone watches over us when we write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.”

Martin Amis książka London Fields

London Fields (1989)

“Being inoffensive, and being offended, are now the twin addictions of the culture.”

"First Lady on Trial" The Sunday Times [London] (17 March 1996) (Online text in PDF format) http://www.martinamisweb.com/commentary_files/ma_takesavillage.pdf#search=%22%22now%20the%20twin%20addictions%20of%20the%20culture%22%22

“America has had much more respect for its writers because they had to define what America was. America wasn't sure what it was.”

Interview with Robert Birnbaum (8 December 2003) http://www.identitytheory.com/interviews/birnbaum135.php

“Laughter always forgives.”

"Political Correctness: Robert Bly and Philip Larkin" (1997)

“Beautifully written... the webs of imagery that Harris has so carefully woven... contains writing of which our best writers would be proud... there is not a singly ugly or dead sentence...”

or so sang the critics. Hannibal is a genre novel, and all genre novels contain dead sentences - unless you feel the throb of life in such periods as 'Tommaso put the lid back on the cooler' or 'Eric Pickford answered' or 'Pazzi worked like a man possessed' or 'Margot laughed in spite of herself' or 'Bob Sneed broke the silence.' What these commentators must be thinking of, I suppose, are the bits when Harris goes all blubbery and portentous (every other phrase a spare tyre), or when, with a fugitive poeticism, he swoons us to a dying fall: 'Starling looked for a moment through the wall, past the wall, out to forever and composed herself...' 'It seemed forever ago...' 'He looked deep, deep into her eyes...' 'His dark eyes held her whole...' Needless to say, Harris has become a serial murderer of English sentences, and Hannibal is a necropolis of prose.
Review of Hannibal by Thomas Harris, p. 240
The War Against Cliché: Essays and Reviews 1971-2000 (2001)