Jasper Fforde

English novelist (born 1961)

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Born: 1961
Works: 41

Top works

Dark Reading Matter
Wo Ist Thursday Next?
The Eyre Affair
Relics, Wrecks and Ruins
The Well of Lost Plots

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Music · MusicBrainz

Type: Person
Country: GB
Active from: 1961-01-11

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Jasper Fforde (born 11 January 1961) is a British novelist. Fforde's first novel, The Eyre Affair, was published in 2001. Fforde is mainly known for his Thursday Next novels, although he has written several books in the loosely connected Nursery Crime series and has begun two more independent series: The Last Dragonslayer and Shades of Grey. <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/Jasper+Fforde">Read more on Last.fm</a>

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Recent publications · Crossref

5 total works indexed

A familial cluster of pneumonia associated with the 2019 novel coronavirus indicating person-to-person transmission: a study of a family cluster
· 2020 · cited 6,617x
SCENIC: single-cell regulatory network inference and clustering
· 2017 · cited 5,885x
Discovery, research, and development of new antibiotics: the WHO priority list of antibiotic-resistant bacteria and tuberculosis
· 2018 · cited 5,275x
Colorectal cancer
· 2019 · cited 4,173x
Use of nuclepore filters for counting bacteria by fluorescence microscopy
· 1977 · cited 3,190x

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Quotes

“"Edward, Edward," he said with a patronising smile, "there are no unanswered questions of any relevance. Every question that we need to ask has been answered fully. If you can't find the correct answer then you are obviously asking the wrong question."”
“Like any other big government department, it looks good on paper but is an utter shambles. Petty infighting and political agendas, arrogance and sheer bloody-mindedness almost guarantees that the left hand doesn’t know what the right is doing.”
““It was a coincidence.”“I don’t believe in coincidences.”“Neither do I. That’s a coincidence, isn’t it?””
“Don’t ever call me mad, Mycroft. I’m not mad. I’m just...well, differently moraled, that’s all.”
““James Crometty!” demanded Bowden. “Did you kill him?”“I kill a lot of people,” whispered Felix7. “I don’t remember names.”“You shot him six times in the face.”The dying killer smiled.“That I remember.”“Six times! Why?”Felix7 frowned and started to shiver.“Six was all I had,” he answered simply.”
““Haven’t I seen your face somewhere else?”“No, it’s always been right here on the front of my head.””