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A vision of drinking, drugs, culture, sex, politics and masculinity.
I Don’t Want to Go to the Taj Mahal consists of a series of vignettes that tells the story of its author, Charlie Hill, who grew up in Birmingham in the 70s, 80s and 90s.
Touching on work, partying, sex, politics and masculinity, it is a uniquely witty and engaging take on life.
“Hill’s many notable gifts as a writer include his narrative economy, his honesty and his pin point clarity. This is mordant, touching and — uniquely for a work of autobiography — entirely without vanity.”
“Utterly rancid. I loved it.”
“Charlie Hill is the chronicler Birmingham needs. Clear-eyed and sharply written, this a memoir — a set of poetic postcards, really — which offers a kaleidoscope of the past, a history of Charlie and of the city itself. It never strays into nostalgia or cosiness, but rather offers the reader glittering bright glimpses of the eighties, nineties and noughties.”
“Hilariously written with a breathtaking precision and economy.”
