To every question he said he didn’t know. Still they came, the questions came. I don’t know did not put a stop to them. – from Martin John
Martin John sits beside you on the train. He needs to see
that look in your eyes, the surprise of his touch upon your leg, and the
repugnance. Martin John
is a testament to Anakana
Schofield’s skill and audacity. With a Beckettian grasp of the loops and
circuits of a molester’s mind, Schofield’s novel is a brilliant exploration of
a marginal character.