The World I Fell Out Of. Melanie Reid

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Название The World I Fell Out Of
Автор произведения Melanie Reid
Жанр Биографии и Мемуары
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Издательство Биографии и Мемуары
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9780008291402



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       Copyright

      4th Estate

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      This eBook first published in Great Britain by 4th Estate in 2019

      Copyright © Melanie Reid 2019

      Foreword copyright © Andrew Marr 2019

      Cover design by Heike Schüssler

      Melanie Reed asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work in accordance with the Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988

      Naomi Shihab Nye, excerpt from ‘Kindness’ from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Far Corner Books). Copyright ©1995 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Reprinted with the permission of the author.

      T.S. Eliot, excerpt from ‘The Hollow Men’ from Collected Poems 1909–1962 (Faber and Faber). Copyright © T. S. Eliot.

      Excerpt from ‘An Epilogue’ reprinted with the permission of The Society of Authors as the Representatives of the Estate of John Masefield.

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

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      Source ISBN: 9780008291464

      Ebook Edition © March 2019 ISBN: 9780008291402

      Version: 2020-02-28

       Dedication

      To Dave and Doug and all the people forced to live in the parallel world – I didn’t realise you were there until I joined you.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       Foreword by Andrew Marr

       Prologue

       CHAPTER ONE: Farewell Happy Fields

       CHAPTER FOUR: The Angels of Mons

       CHAPTER FIVE: Pollyanna Syndrome

       CHAPTER SIX: This Way Madness Lies

       CHAPTER SEVEN: Aunt Averil and the Hidden Army

       CHAPTER EIGHT: Home

       CHAPTER NINE: A Lost Body

       CHAPTER TEN: Just Like a Woman

       CHAPTER ELEVEN: Of String Girths and Running Martingales

       CHAPTER TWELVE: When Melly Met Nelly

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN: In Bed with a Walrus

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Am I Human or am I Dancer?

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN: A Pocketful of Diamonds

       Epilogue

       Specialist Spinal Notes

       Acknowledgements

       About the Author

       About the Publisher

       Foreword by Andrew Marr

      If a book makes you cry, properly cry, and if it makes you laugh, repeatedly, both quietly and loudly, then it’s safe to say this is probably a good book. This is probably a good book. Melanie Reid is already a star writer for anyone who regularly reads The Times. The horse-riding accident which rendered her tetraplegic gave her a ferociously hard, painful and difficult journey; and also, a seemingly inexhaustible subject for brutally self-revealing and often very funny columns. Mel, as her friends call her, is not an excessively inhibited person. She has a big laugh, and a generous, clear-sighted gaze. Here, in book form, you get the full story of her almost mundane accident and its awful consequences. It’s her story, of course, with her special particularities – her beautiful remote Scottish house, love of horses, gruffly charismatic husband, and so forth.

      But it’s also a story for all of us, because we are all vulnerable. Life is incorrigibly random. Broken necks await us on school runs, uneven garden steps, family skiing holidays and at the shallow end of swimming