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<text id=91TT2055>
<title>
Sep. 16, 1991: Amo, Amas, Amis
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
Sep. 16, 1991 Can This Man Save Our Schools?
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 74
Amo, Amas, Amis
</hdr><body>
<qt>
<l>MEMOIRS</l>
<l>By Kingsley Amis</l>
<l>Summit; 346 pages; $25</l>
</qt>
<p> Reading this collection of essays and sketches is a bit
like listening to a bristly British clubman, over whiskey-and-
sodas, who has been cursed with total recall. Kingsley Amis was
the archetypal Angry Young Man, as well as a very funny one, when
he wrote Lucky Jim back in 1954. Amis can still be funny, when in
the mood, but he is also still out of sorts: Memoirs seems to
have been compiled as much to settle old scores as to relive the
past.
</p>
<p> Encyclopedic is the list of people and objects that have
offended the Amis sensibilities: shrinks, the British army, body
odor on crowded Prague streetcars, bebop, racist profs at
Nashville's Vanderbilt University (where he taught for a
semester). Then there are such literati as Arnold Wesker, John
Wain, Malcolm Muggeridge and Leo Rosten, author of the H*Y*M*A*N
K*A*P*L*A*N stories, whose cardinal sin, apparently, was failing
to ply a dinner guest (Amis) with sufficient booze.
</p>
<p> Some jaunty and possibly well-practiced barbs are aimed at
women, mostly categorized by Amis as shrews or lays. Noting that
many male writers find inspiration while showering or shaving,
he adds, "One reason for the inferiority of women novelists to
men, if indeed they are inferior, may well be that
comparatively few of them shave with any regularity."
</p>
<p> Still, Memoirs is not all misanthropy and -ogyny. Amis
gives a generous portrait of his shy, witty fellow Oxonian, the
poet Philip Larkin, who like the author had to endure that most
mannered of academic dons, Lord David Cecil. One sprightly
chapter contains a mercilessly comic imitation of a lisping
Cecil pointlessly beginning a lecture. ("When we say a man looks
like a poet...dough mean...looks like Chauthah?") Cecil
had the ill grace to flunk Amis for his B. Litt. thesis, but the
author uncharacteristically lets bygones be. Perhaps it's too
hard to stay angry with someone so wholly and genuinely
eccentric. It was, after all, one of Lord David's sons who, when
asked what he planned to be when he grew up, responded, "I'm
going to be a neurotic like Daddy."
</p>
<p> By John Elson
</p>
</body></article>
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