Given how thickly trafficked this corridor of English literary history has been in recent years, a writer like Hollinghurst can spin yards of this softstuff practically in his sleep.
These experiences are no less important or memorable, but their memories consist of bright lights, shopping buggies, a soft pretzel and endless aisles of stuff.
Which makes sense, considering that it's the stuff that coal is made of (lignite coal is soft brown coal formed from geologic pressures on forests that died millions of years ago).