Author:Kingsley Amis
'I suppose it was conceited of me. But it was fun. And I felt like getting a bit of my own back on some of the people who'd conned and flattered me into wasting all those years.'
In this wry, piercing short story from one of the greatest of all British postwar writers, an ageing poet considers the value of his art - and of the critics who've found genius in it. Then, with his final work, he exercises a unique revenge . . .
One of the greatest poets of the twentieth century
—— William Boyd , GuardianWhen we read her, we enter the classical serenity of a new country
—— Robert LowellIf ever there was a poet whose every scrap of writing should be in print, that poet must be Elizabeth Bishop
—— Christopher ReidI am shocked to hear you quote from so vicious a book. I am sorry to hear you have read it: a confession which no modest lady should ever make
—— Samuel Johnson talking about Tom JonesAs the voices of Austen, Turgenev and Tolstoy have survived, so will Maxwell's
—— The TimesThis characteristically gentle story about a family tragedy lingers long in the memory as does all this master's work
—— Irish TimesAn excellent introduction to his sympathetic, refined and humane art, and is a most moving and impressive artefact in itself
—— Independent on SundayA lovely, heartbreaking book
—— New York SunRare...exquisite...a cameo-like perfection
—— New York Herald TribuneSpeaks volumes about heroism and the human condition... A taut, page-turning narrative
—— The TimesIngenious
—— Time Out