HE was a married literary giant, SHE was a teenage writer he seduced …

“If he had photographed me without my consent I could have legal recourse, yet I am expected to shrug off this repeated use of me as the basis for his most iconic female characters …”

From my story about Martin Amis’ exploitation of our five-year relationship.

Why did I write it? Because Phoebe Phelps was, for me, the end: closure.

ENOUGH.

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