
Come In Pink by Martyn Bey – Available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble
The New Yorker: Shouts & Murmurs / A Critic at Large
The Rhinestoned Raconteur: Martyn Bey’s High-Camp Hegemony By Steff Griffiths
There is a particular kind of London air, one part diesel exhaust, two parts rain-dampened pavement, and three parts unearned audacity, that seems to breathe through the lungs of Lloyd Jones, the “velvet-voiced narrator” of Martyn Bey’s Come In Pink. Jones is less a protagonist and more a sentient pashmina, a “chiffon-wrapped time traveller” who claims to have provided the lavender soap for Pontius Pilate.
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