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368 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2011
[Time is] an amorphous mass, a rag bag if you like, a rag bag of history. The time stasis might grant you access to what you think of as the past, but it wouldn't be the past that you remember. You wouldn't be the same and neither would she. There's a good chance you wouldn't even recognise each other, and even if you did it's unlikely that you would have any sense of a shared history together.
A quartz watch did not tick, and for Owen there was something monstrous in that, in and of itself.
—p.28
He was always mystified by South London, which he thought of as a repository of knife crime, grubby takeaways and discount supermarkets.
—p.106