Anakana Schofield – Author of Martin John and Malarky

I felt gutted as I read Joyce Vincent’s story.  Maybe because these places and this woman are somehow familiar to me. I lived for a  time in one of those Housing Association flats, I also lived in Wood Green and I often had the thought you could die in London and absolutely nobody would notice. Somehow Joyce Vincent’s story confirms this.

Is it any different anywhere else? I’d love to confidently say it is, but cannot. I think there are likely hundreds of thousands of people like Joyce living amongst us, beside us. Tennessee Williams used to say loneliness was a bigger killer than heart disease (or perhaps I wrongly attribute him, but he certainly had things to say about loneliness).

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