Stuff

One afternoon in the autumn of 2004, in Palermo, the author had a dream about his parents' house, just a few months after two of them had died. This book weaves together memories, and sights to recreate their lives and the lives of his other parents, the one who died when he was ten, the one who died when he was in his thirties.

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One afternoon in the autumn of 2004, in Palermo, Martin Rowson had a dream about his parents' house, just a few months after two of them had died. They'd left the house, where Rowson had grown up in the 1960s and 70s, crammed with tons and tons of stuff, both physical and emotional, and in "Stuff" Martin Rowson weaves together dreams, memories, family anecdotes and gossip, jokes, parental advice, history, smells, sounds and sights to recreate their lives, their times and his, and the lives of his other parents, the one who died when he was ten, the one he didn't know who died when he was in his thirties, and the last one, who maybe never existed at all.
Travelling between a north London suburb in the 1960s still stuck in the 1950s, his grandmother's house in 1960s Blackpool, stuck in the 1920s, via Watford, Moscow, Buenos Aires, Ohio, his school, hospitals, funeral practices, rock music, the colours and smells of his childhood, single parenthood, God, adoption, names and the medical profession, "Stuff" is part memoir, part reminiscence, but mostly a funny, thought-provoking and ultimately moving meditation on families, life, love, disease, death, grief and memory and the existentialist horrors of clearing out the attic. Martin Rowson is already a celebrated and award winning cartoonist. His first novel "Snatches" was published last year to huge acclaim. "Stuff" will establish him as one of the most talented writers of his generation.