

I read Nobody Would Listen all afternoon and finished it the same evening. I don’t think I’ve ever read anything like it. A remarkable story.
‘Reflecting on my childhood is a heart-wrenching experience,’ writes Merrill.
My first thoughts were that R A Merrill might be Shakespeare in disguise, sitting in an old English pub watching fights, listening to family stories, reflecting on tragedies, dozing in its smoke and intoxication, because it is very hard to read this autobiography wit...
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