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The final volume in Archer's essential account of life inside the penal system.
The final volume of Jeffrey Archer''s prison diaries, A Prison Diary Volume III: Heaven , covers the period of his transfer from Wayland to his eventual release on parole in July 2003. It includes a shocking account of the traumatic time he spent in the notorious Lincoln jail and the events that led to his incarceration there - it also throws light on a system that is close to breaking point. Told with humour, compassion and honesty, it closes with a thought-provoking manifesto that should be applauded by the Establishment and prison population alike. Day 115 Saturday 10th November 2001 6.38am It''s all an act. I am hopelessly unhappy, dejected and broken. I smile when I am at my lowest, I laugh when I see no humour, I help others when I need help myself. I am alone. If I were to show any sign, even for a moment, of what I''m going through, I would have to read the details in some tabloid the following day. Everything I do is only a phone call away from a friendly journalist with an open cheque book. I don''t know where I have found the strength to maintain this facade and never break down in anyone''s presence.
Surprisingly effective . . . a devastating critique written simply and directly
Vorwort
The final volume in Archer's essential account of life inside the penal system
Autorentext
Jeffrey Archer, whose novels and short stories include the Clifton Chronicles, Kane and Abel and Cat O' Nine Tales, is one of the world's favourite storytellers and has topped the bestseller lists around the world in a career spanning four decades. His work has been sold in 97 countries and in more than 37 languages. He is the only author ever to have been a number one bestseller in fiction, short stories and non-fiction (The Prison Diaries).
Jeffrey is also an art collector and amateur auctioneer, and has raised more than £50m for different charities over the years. A member of the House of Lords for over a quarter of a century, the author is married to Dame Mary Archer, and they have two sons, two granddaughters and two grandsons.
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Day 89
'*The signpost announces the North Sea Camp, one mile. As we approach the entrance to the prison, the first thing that strikes me is that there are no electric gates, no high walls and no razor wire.'*
Sixty-seven days after his arrival at HMP Wayland, Jeffrey Archer moved to Category D HMP North Sea Camp. Detailing his remaining incarcerated days until his release on parole from HMP Hollesley Bay on 21 July 2003, day 725, this third and final volume of Jeffrey Archer's prison diaries includes a shocking account of the traumatic time he spent in the notorious Lincoln jail and throws light on a system close to breaking point. From hell to purgatory to the heaven of release, this is master story-teller Jeffrey Archer's own story, in his own words, and shows a man who left hell, determined to campaign for penal reform for those left without a champion inside.
Praise for THE PRISON DIARIES
'The finest thing that he has ever written . . . riveting' Independent on Sunday
'The books form the most detailed and illuminating account of life spent under lock and key since Dostoyevsky' Mail on Sunday
'Gruesome, touching, sharply written . . . they are the best thing that Archer has written in years' Sunday Telegraph
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Zusammenfassung
The final volume of Jeffrey Archer's prison diaries, A Prison Diary Volume III: Heaven, covers the period of his transfer from Wayland to his eventual release on parole in July 2003. It includes a shocking account of the traumatic time he spent in the notorious Lincoln jail and the events that led to his incarceration there it also throws light on a system that is close to breaking point.
Told with humour, compassion and honesty, it closes with a thought-provoking manifesto that should be applauded by the Establishment and prison population alike.
Day 115
Saturday 10th November 2001
6.38am
It's all an act. I am hopelessly unhappy, dejected and broken. I smile when I am at my lowest, I laugh when I see no humour, I help others when I need help myself. I am alone. If I were to show any sign, even for a moment, of what I'm going through, I would have to read the details in some tabloid the following day. Everything I do is only a phone call away from a friendly journalist with an open cheque book. I don't know where I have found the strength to maintain this facade and never break down in anyone's presence.