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.