At the very end of May Week Was in June, we left our hero sitting beside the River Cam one beautiful spring day in 1968, jotting down his thoughts in a journal. Newly married and about to leave the cloistered world of Cambridge academia for the racier, glossier life promised by literary London, he was, so he informed his journal, reasonably satisfied. With his criticism beginning to appear in magazines and newspapers, such as the New Statesman, and his poetry published in Carcanet, as well as a play then being performed to rave reviews at the Arts Theatre, James had good reason to be content. But what happened next?
This is the question posed, and answered, by North Face of Soho.
©2006 Clive James; (P)2006 Macmillan Publishers Ltd
I enjoyed the book, in spite of being largely unfamiliar with the subject. This was due to the flow of James' narrative and his humor. However, some one should tell him that Bix Biderbecke's last name does not end in an 'r'.
"er, um, well, great"
Witty, clever, interesting, enlightening, moving, and amusing. What more can you ask for in a memoir?
Classic Clive James; he could make a walk around the block to get a paper, a packet of fags, and a pint of milk into a best seller.
There are no listener reviews for this title yet.
Report Inappropriate Content