One of the books that are hard to read but once you're done, you just would like to read them again. It is just too beautiful that the fulfillment that you get from it is indescribable. My first time to read a Martin Amis book and definitely will not be the last. Maybe if I didn't feel pressured at work,and felt more carefree I would have been able to read it faster. To me , this was not an easy read, but like I said, I am glad I read it,and I find Martin to be quite an interesting character....his friendship with Christopher Hitchens prompted me to read this book. I find Christopher's writing to be fantastic,and very very amusing. Martin's writing to me seemed more subtle, more subdued....intelligent writer,and for that I am glad I read the book. Amis writes himself into the novel as a kind of overseer and confidant in Self's final breakdown. He is an arrogant character, and Self is not afraid to express his rather low opinion of Amis, such as the fact that he earns so much yet "lives like a student". Amis, among others, tries to warn Self that he is heading for destruction, but to no avail. Felix becomes Self's only real friend in America and finally makes Self realise how much trouble he has: "Man, you are out for a whole lot of money."

I’ve been regretting my hesitancy this past week. But what was best in Amis—the pungent humor, the wry sanity, the rapturous alertness and responsiveness—remains present in his books. As I write this, they are splayed open all over my desk. I expect them to remain there for some time. —Giles Harvey We live in an age of stultified self-censorship and politeness, monstrously enforced by social media; of bullet points, blandness and writing that is simply the carbon-based version of ChatGPT.Because its plot hinged upon the rivalry between two writers – the vacuously successful Gwyn Barry and the failed novelist Richard Tull – The Information was often assumed to be a crude roman a clef about Amis’s falling out with Barnes. In fact, it is more accurately understood as a troubled exploration of the professional writer’s soul: the endless war that is waged within every author, between Barry and Tull, between hunger for recognition and literary integrity. I don't know what book I thought I was going to find out there, that was going to be an entire star better than Martin Amis' MONEY, but I haven't found it yet.

The Guardian writes that "all his critics have noted what Kingsley Amis [his father] complained of as a 'terrible compulsive vividness in his style that constant demonstrating of his command of English'; and it's true that the Amis-ness of Amis will be reco Martin Amis is an English novelist, essayist, and short story writer. His works include the novels Money, London Fields and The Information. Money: A Suicide Note is a 1984 novel by British essayist and screenwriter Martin Amis. Cinematic in style and content, it is loosely based on Amis’s experience writing for the British-American sci-fi film Saturn 3. The novel delves into the competitive politics of the film industry and is told from the point of view of an advertising executive named John Self who makes a foray into filmmaking in New York City. Self, a stereotypical failed creative who is lazy and overindulgent, is further enabled by the producer who hires him, Fielding Goodney. He falls into a life in which he squanders most of his money on sex and drug use. As Self repeatedly fails in this foreign, fast-moving culture, he slowly learns to navigate it and recognize his faults. For its rich characterization of American urban life, the novel is often considered one of the best works of American literature of the twentieth century. Non l’ho fatto perché sono patologica e difficilmente (ma questo in tutto ciò che faccio) sopporto di non finire ciò che inizio. Like many figures from the 80s, this ad-man narrator thinks he’s running the show – his life, loves, career, sleazy hedonism and all – but, actually, he’s a victim. Self, who is crisscrossing the Atlantic to make his first feature film, “Good Money” (later, “Bad Money”), becomes progressively mired in an accumulation of complex financial and sexual crises, linked to the corruptions of money, expressed through a series of hilarious set-pieces, which bring him to the edge of breakdown. Here, in a further provocation to English literary practice, the author steps into the narrative as “Martin Amis” and tries to prevent Self’s self-destruction. Thereafter, Money spirals towards its teasing, postmodern conclusion.Typical line “When is the world going to start making sense? Yet the answer is out there. It is rushing toward me over the uneven ground.” But, like a Pirandello’s character, our hero refuses to sign his suicide note and breaks free from the end of the book as it had been thought, spooking his Martin Amis who catches a glimpse of him – where else? – in a bar. Despoiled of his money (and his life plot) John Self is stubborn enough to live, challenging thus the powers of his maker, while claiming his own immortality: Once again in London, Self meets his father’s new mistress Veronica, who has just done a nude magazine shoot. His car, a Fiasco, gives him some mechanical trouble while he kills time waiting for the next phase in the movie’s production. After Selina accuses him of having real feelings for Martina, he invites Selina to move in with him. Her presence offers a temporary reprieve from his fears that he will end up in jail, as Alec has recently done. Finally, Self confesses that his father once sent him a detailed invoice for the expenses incurred raising him. He paid it; his father bet the money and won enough to buy the Shakespeare. Now, 12 years later, he has died of the very same illness, oesophageal cancer, that killed Hitchens. And this is not just very sad (though it is most certainly that). Suddenly, the cultural continuum feels as though it is shuddering, warped out of shape by what Amis would have called a “Main Event”. When Kingsley died, he said that “we were all chastened by the dimensions of the void that replaced him.” Exactly. His shortest novel has Amis’s only female narrator, and is written as a police mystery about a young woman’s suicide. But it cuts deep, with an understated (for Amis) style and his most humane protagonist: he finally wrote, after all these years, a good person. This book is one of his greatest achievements. Don’t believe me? Seek out Janis Freedman Bellow’s essay Second Thoughts on Night Train.

Lots of literary allusions are peppered through the text, including an increasing number to the author himself, the ultimate hero of the piece, who proposes the redemptive force of literature as an antidote to the Reagan/Thatcherite legacy. Right, that’ll do it. I’ll write to Trump and Weinstein to clue them in. urn:lcp:moneysuicidenote0000amis_q3p3:epub:e66d7e5b-068b-4780-91f8-50353ce0ab81 Foldoutcount 0 Identifier moneysuicidenote0000amis_q3p3 Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t01078585 Invoice 1652 Isbn 0099461889

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For 40 years Martin Amis bestrode the world of UK publishing: first by defining what it meant to be a literary wunderkind by releasing his first novel at just 24; influencing a generation of prose stylists; and often summing up entire eras with his books, perhaps most notably with his classic novel, Money. As he wrote his way through his 20s, Amis seemed happy to turn out more of these scabrous slices of comic fiction with a taste for the gruesome, where bad things happen to worse people – Dead Babies, Success – though he argued that complaining about “nastiness” in novels was an “extra-literary response”. The prose was all. Literally, forced to move. It means that whoever has to move has to lose. If it were my turn now, you’d win. But it’s yours. And you lose.’ Lipsky, David (5 July 2010). "What to Read This Summer". Time. Archived from the original on 26 July 2010 . Retrieved 28 February 2011. Martin Amis: You Ask The Questions". The Independent. London. 15 January 2007. Archived from the original on 4 March 2007 . Retrieved 28 May 2015.