A memorial event celebrating Mike’s life will take place on 16 May 2015, from 2pm to 5pm at Conway Hall, Red Lion Square, London WC1R 4RL.
Any photographs of Mike you can share would be appreciated. Please send copies to: firstname.lastname@example.org.
More details to follow; all welcome. Please circulate.
Mike’s funeral will be on Tuesday 20 January, from 2.00pm – 3.45pm at:
St Marylebone Crematorium,
East End Road,
London N2 0RZ
Nearest tube: East Finchley or Finchley Central, then bus 143 (between Archway and Brent Cross)
Followed by food and drink near the Crematorium. There will also be a memorial event in a few months’ time.
Please feel free to attend either or both events. Please inform anyone who may wish to attend.
Mike Marqusee, my partner and our brother, died peacefully on 13 January 2015, aged 61.
He was an inspiration to all of us, and to those who met him, or knew him through his writing. He had been ill with multiple myeloma, a bone marrow cancer, since 2007. He received extraordinary care from the NHS, and, latterly, from St Joseph’s Hospice. The funeral will take place in the week starting 19 January, and there will be a memorial event in a few months’ time. Details of both will be posted shortly. Please feel free to attend either, or both, events.
Contributions can be made in Mike’s memory to Medical Aid for Palestinians (www.map-uk.org), a cause close to Mike’s heart, and/or to St Joseph’s Hospice (www.stjh.org.uk).
Messages can be sent to email@example.com.
Liz Davies, Jeff Marqusee, Joanne Marqusee, Susan Marqusee and Ellen Marqusee.
[This review of The Price of Experience will appear in a future issue of Race and Class]
HAZEL WATERS, Institute of Race Relations, reviews The Price of Experience: Writings on Living with Cancer
By MIKE MARQUSEE (London, OR Books, 2014), 106 pp. £8.00.
Why, I wondered, before I began reading, had Marqusee titled his collection of essays the price of experience, and not the cost? But I realised a price is something that you pay, with thought; it denotes value. A cost is extracted, willy nilly. And that thoughtfulness, that attention to exactitude, is evident in every page of this small, immensely readable series of essays, whose value is in direct relation to the depth of the experience from which they are drawn. It was, indeed, only after plunging through the essays themselves, that I sensed the force of the Blake poem ‘What is the price of Experience’ with which Marqusee prefaces his collection. Read more
Spanish translation by Christine Lewis Carroll of the introduction to The Price of Experience
Lo personal es político en el nuevo libro de Mike Marqusee sobre vivir con el cáncer.
Cuando me diagnosticaron mieloma múltiple en 2007, prometí a mis amigos que no añadiría otro confesionario a los que ya existen sobre el cáncer. Tenía otros temas sobre los que escribir y seguramente nada que añadir sobre éste, ya amplia y completamente cubierto. Tenía que haberme dado cuenta de que fue una promesa imposible de cumplir.
Reconstruir las primeras fases de la enfermedad y el tratamiento (por mi experiencia es imposible separar la una del otro) es difícil para mí. Pero sí me acuerdo del día en el que oí por primera vez el diagnóstico ‘cáncer’. Read more
Mohan Rao reviews The Price of Experience for Economic and Political Weekly (India), August 16, 2014
Let me begin with disclosures: I know Mike Marqusee, and am a profound fan of his work. I loathe cricket, but read his book Anyone But England: An Outsider Looks at English Cricket (1994), a veritable political economy of cricket, with great joy and discovery. I deeply admired If I Am Not for Myself: Journey of an Anti-Zionist Jew (2010), a brave and difficult book to write. I have also read his columns in The Hindu, especially those on the kacheris he attended at the Madras Music Academy.
What an extraordinary American, with a passion for cricket and for Carnatic music! He has been a British citizen for a long time, travelling frequently to India and is a prodigious writer on a remarkably wide range of issues. What is more, he writes beautifully, with coruscating flourishes of history and of poetry, that I admire and envy. Read more