SHORTLISTED FOR THE 2012 WELLCOME TRUST BOOK PRIZE
How do you lose music? Then having lost it, what do you do next? Nick Coleman found out the morning he woke up to a world changed forever by Sudden Neursosensory Hearing Loss.
The Train in the Night is an account of one man's struggle to recover from the loss of his greatest passion - and go one further than that: to restore his ability not only to hear but to think about and feel music, by going back to the series of big bangs which kicked off his musical universe.
The result a memoir not quite like any other. It is about growing up, about taste and love and suffering and delusion and longing to be Keith Richards. It is funny, heartbreaking and, above all, true.
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This is a book for anyone who grew up with pop music, listens to it still and has spent too much time thinking about it and talking about it. But it’s also a book about love and loss and middle age and looming mortality, written with grace and the driest imaginable humour. I’m not sure I can recommend it highly enough - Spectator
A deft and heartfelt exploration of music, silence, adolescence, English pop and the emotional consequences of serious illness, and above all a discussion of something modern culture has very nearly lost touch with - the idea, and the desirability, of taste. - D. J. Taylor
In a story told with warmth, wit, candour and dry, self-deprecating humour and without a whiff of self-pity... Coleman is insightful and convincing in his musings on music's emotional impact, funny in his recollections of the pains of growing up and sharp in his analysis of the thorny issue of musical 'taste' - Time Out
Coleman is a spirited person, who writes with an irresistible Hornby-esque skip in his style... funny and admirable - Guardian
A beautiful, elegiac ballad. Coleman writes elegantly and movingly of his youth, of growing up and of his intimate relationship with an art form that has shaped his memories - Financial Times
Wonderful - Nick Hornby
A rites-of-passage memoir refracted through key sonic experiences...a de profundis roar of anger and bafflement as the randomness of what has befallen Coleman prompts fundamental questions: Who am I? How am I? What the hell happens now? - The Times
A smart, witty and gentle memoir of music and adolescence and beyond - Sunday Herald
Congratulations to Coleman: his private hell is now a tribute to the things he loves the most - Sunday Times
Really a story about listening and love. Brilliant. - Guardian
If The Train in the Night went no further than the list of life-changing music that drops in at the end, like an index, it would be just another retread of High Fidelity, but Nick Hornby's book is a boy's train-set in comparison to this - Independent
An autobiography through sound...a broad meditation on mortality and the resourceful defences of memory - Observer
Emotional and resonant… Sharp, funny and sad in equal measure - Daily Mail
Written with the same passion and wit that punctuated his reviews for the likes of NME, Coleman shares his journey to reconnecting with the soundtrack of his life - Big Issue in the North
I can’t tell you how good it is but I’ll try… It’s a superb analysis - Evening Standard
A warm, witty and very candid book - Sun
About the Author
Nick Coleman was born in Buckinghamshire in 1960, but grew up in the Fens. Following a brief spell as a stringer at NME in the mid-1980s, he was Music Editor of Time Out magazine for seven years. This was followed by a dozen years as Arts and Features Editors at the Independent and the Independent on Sunday. He has also written for The Times, the Guardian, the Daily Telegraph, New Statesman, US Vogue, Intelligent Life, GQ and The Wire - mostly about music, but also books, sport and travel. He is the author of The Train in the Night, which was shortlisted for the 2012 Wellcome Book Prize. He lives in Hackney with his wife and two children.