'Gideon Haigh’s brother Jasper – “Jaz” – was 17 when he was killed in a car accident. Decades later, Haigh picked up a pen and, in a 72 hour span, wrote about the night Jaz died, all that led up to it, and all that he has lived since.'
'On the publisher’s website this achingly honest book is tagged under “Memoirs,” a genre its author despises. Gideon Haigh, one of our most versatile and prolific writers, sees memoir as a form of attention seeking, a spotlight for “humblebraggarts.” His new book is deliberately “pruned of memoir’s usual self-pardonings and self-protections.”' (Introduction)
'On the publisher’s website this achingly honest book is tagged under “Memoirs,” a genre its author despises. Gideon Haigh, one of our most versatile and prolific writers, sees memoir as a form of attention seeking, a spotlight for “humblebraggarts.” His new book is deliberately “pruned of memoir’s usual self-pardonings and self-protections.”' (Introduction)
'Gideon Haigh’s brother Jasper – “Jaz” – was 17 when he was killed in a car accident. Decades later, Haigh picked up a pen and, in a 72 hour span, wrote about the night Jaz died, all that led up to it, and all that he has lived since.'
