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Martin's affairs with these women, however, happen offstage, or in footnotes, as far as this narrative is concerned. Perhaps Martin presupposes that his readers are familiar with the details; still, it is an odd way of "setting the record straight". In the first, Amis reproduces letters, mostly from his childhood and young adulthood, which he sent to family members and friends. The letters from an adolescent Amis to his father and stepmother, lodged in between chapters, don't really add much substance.

Whether you love or hate Amis, the sentences he crafts are as sparkling and witty and imaginative as anything, and his pronouncements are somehow uttered with this devastatingly quiet authority of hipness that you sort of can't help but take him seriously.But about the sufferings of others he manifests a tenderness that may surprise his faithful readers. I haven't been able to bring myself to tell Gully that I don't think our living together will work and it's getting to be pretty worrying since we're supposed to be looking for suitable places to live. He pokes gentle fun at his pretentious younger self, as revealed in letters to Kingsley and his step-mother.

This image has been exacerbated by tabloid antipathy, the choice of subject matter of his most well-known works and the privileged position that came down to him from his father, Kingsley. non avendo ancora letto parla, ricordo di nabokov, e giusto per (non) tenermi alla larga dalle categorie assolute, mi sento di affermare con relativa certezza che questa è l’autobiografia meglio scritta che abbia mai letto. Before him in the silence lay the stilled battlefield: the state of Israel, thoroughly outmanuvered, comprehensively overthrown.Yes, toothache is painful and the dental procedures MA went through sound horrific even to someone whose read a lot of horror, but does anyone really need a 100 pages on it? It is frustrating that this autobiography can veer from tender descriptions of family and loss, to lengthy – and wordy – paragraphs of po-faced pretension.

What seems at first just gossip and guestlists - sprays of names offered without explanation, diaristic footnotes, a refusal to universalise - soon becomes a kind of tender defiance, as if Amis wanted the book to vibrate with an atmosphere of wounded privacy. Certainly to make a point - and he's doing that; and also vanity - and there's some of that too, carefully covered with humour; and sometimes to correct an impression they feel is false - and that's an important reason here. In part that is because there is so much else about which Martin says so little -- including the other women in his life, as well as his books (one hardly senses book-writing is his main occupation).Parts of it do not quite succeed, particularly the sections dealing with the author's first cousin, Lucy Partington, who disappeared in 1973, and was later discovered to have been one of Frederick West's victim's - but then, how could such horror be written about successfully?

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