An Encyclopaedia of MyselfLONGLISTED FOR THE SAMUEL JOHNSON PRIZE 2014 A symphonic poem about postwar England and Englishness A masterpiece Financial Times The 1950s were not grey. In Jonathan Meadess detailed, petit point memoir they are luridly polychromatic. They were peopled by embittered grotesques, bogus majors, vicious spinsters, reckless bohos, pompous boors, drunks, suicides. Death went dogging everywhere. Salisbury had two industries: God and the Cold War. For the