When they reach the New King’s Road there is a cream-and-brown ‘bus clopping in towards the kerb, a lodestone drawing people to it, and Audrey too feels the static thrill, as once when Stan rubbed a celluloid dickey on a scrap of velveteen and held it to her neck and the hairs of her nape prickled. – Hi! Fentman. Her father raises his umbrella and, thrusting her in front of him, they cut through the gaggle. Mister Death, the conductor says, tipping his hat, and they squeeze up the stairs and make their way to the front seat. Finest penny to be spent on the London stage, her father has said often enough, and he also says, A wide window on a opening world.
 
Shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2012
 
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