A rebel without a cause, her father would call her, or in his precise words, âa rebel with bugger-all to rebel againstâ. It wasnât often that Ross Clark, onetime member of the wildly popular 80âs punk rock band The Guillotines, would reprimand his only daughter, but sometimes the moment called for it.
Indeed the girl had as free and unrestricted a childhood one could have, rubbing shoulders with Englandâs musicians, artists, and bohemian elite since she could walk. But both mother and father were busy wrapped up in their own projects, her dad managing an up-and-coming band, and her mother, once an actress, now a supremely busy and constantly worn out theatre director. Family outings were few and far in between, and Naomi was often left to her own devices.
She was described as something of a terror in her all-girls boarding school, getting into fights, scrapes, all manner of mischief and constantly in the headmistressâs office. Questioning authority came easy to her, especially when she had such prime examples to take after. She felt an air of superiority over the other girls, and why wouldnât she: her dad would come to pick her up in his gleaming red Jag convertible a fortnight early to take her to Glasto. Though her bored antics amused her, Naomiâs parents werenât too pleased with them, especially when one particular stunt involving horses from the school stables had the headmaster calling them in a very stern voice.
But fame was easily escapable for Naomi, especially when oneâs primary residence is a sprawling cottage in Surrey. She had her own string of rocker boyfriends and was in the press for a while, but the novelty of sliding in and out of clubs half drunk with the paparazzi under her skirt got tiring after a while, too. Bored of that life and wanting nothing to do with it, she pulled a disappearing act in all her social media, and the world quickly forgot her name, too. Much better that way.
She tried uni but it wasnât for her, a degree in music journalism quickly abandoned when she realised her passions didnât lie in that direction. It was back to the family home, but things got quickly dreary there, her dad living with his new wife in New York and her mother still never at home. She packed her belongings and made a permanent move to London, hoping to find something there that she couldnât elsewhere. Now, six years on, she works at Gaunt Books, managing things behind the scenes and also acting as front of the shop (itâs a small five-employee affair that she is in charge of). It pays the bills at the Primrose Hill apartment her father left for her, and thatâs about all she wants out of life currently.
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