Although I have not met him, my friend says he is a witty and entertaining chap, and she enjoyed the book very much. But what really makes the book — especially for fellow addicts — is the attention to railway detail. I hunted around for a while to find a criminal who would talk, and found a few. He's been a singer with various bands, including the almost-legendary Your Dad, and also a travel writer. Most of them, now I come to think of it. Or the night could be all too human. Mummy tucking you up with Teddy and a cup of Ovaltine? All writers are convinced that their next book will be a million seller.
Love and work What keeps you inspired? During the day, our sense of wonder can be diminished. There are shops trading in second hand goods overflowing on to the pavement. The back cover gives the impression that the books is about the night and those who are awake during it, however, it is more accurately described as a memoir which tells us much more about the author than about those he interacts with. At night, we are confronted with the infinite nature of the universe, as countless billions of stars mock us with our insignificance. Above all, night is the time of rest and recuperation.
² What better way to begin, then, than by committing a crime? Hen parties in skimpy dresses and fairy wings are being slammed into the back of a police van. If everyone slept all night, Britain would cease to function. It is a time of crime, and of transgressive sexuality. An insignificant mote of dust. As we get out of our cars, a tiny sheepdog, little more than a puppy, half collie and half Jack Russell maybe, comes panting and tail-wagging towards us.
This is pretty much the worst and most unenlightening review I have ever read. When you look up into the night sky, you see that you are nothing. And who knows; the night might bring romance, or love, or sex, if you play your cards right. About Advantages of Age Challenging the media narrative around ageing, Advantages of Age has been created to celebrate being over 45. In the obvious place, of course. An insignificant mote of dust.
The night time was a place to read, and play, and dream. So thank you to you and them. If everyone slept all night, Britain would cease to function. Anyway, enjoying the book quite immensely so far, especially the episode with the customs officer at the petrol kiosk. If you were looking for a review of this book I'm not surprised your expectations weren't fulfilled, as it wasn't intended to be one. And the bloke who delivers the mail too.
We fall in and out of love. This is a new departure and a natural progression for Ian. The night is alive; the real night owls, the consumptive badgers, the eels that run up our rivers, the hateful slugs, invisible by day, all kinds of creatures live their lives by night. Or you could just lie awake and wait for the dawn. Your use of this site is subject to these policies and terms. No surprise, therefore, that this is the home of Ian Marchant, author of Something Of The Night, a new book about the strangeness of Britain after dark. But he really did grow up in Newhaven, and went to school there, and he still sees it as home, even though it quite clearly isn't, given that he lives 250 miles away in Mid-Wales.
Because of Powys County Council's bid to reduce its electricity bill, it's also extremely dim. He is currently a Masters student studying church history at Lampeter, though, honest. The night sky can confront us with the sheer pointlessness of our existence; the things that seem to matter so much in the sun hardly matter at all by starlight. Anyway, I've met both Michael Howard and Ian Marchant just the once, and maybe I'm not sufficiently attuned to this kind of aura but neither of them struck me as having much of the night about him. His latest book, '', has not yet been optioned for a fillum, so get in quick, I would. As a single parent, night time was always the time that I could work; it was the time when I taught myself to write, while the kids slept. One of my closest friends died last year of oesophagal cancer; that was a bit slow.
Then comes the temazepam, the Valium, the beta-blockers. Whether he's participating in Bonfire Night in Lewes, cheering on the home team at a night football match, having a chinwag with the graveyard shift of a motorway service station, taking the night boat to Northern Ireland to visit the last damask linen mill, popping in at the Spaceguard Centre observatory in Wales, trudging the darkened Cotswolds in search of nightingales, attending evening services at Iona Abbey, getting up at night to pass water when no loo is at hand, being admitted to a hospital's emergency room in the wee hours, or observing the winter solstice at Stonehenge, all his experiences are topical to the book's theme and chattily and humorously told. Night is still a time of work; 20 per cent of workers in the industrialised world work at night. Or, rather they did march with burning crosses. For a start, there are no superstores.