The art of concision
I learnt more about Isaiah Berlin’s thought in one of John Banville’s paragraphs on another writer than in the several thousand words of Clive James’ prolix pile of shit on the man himself. Online readers of the TLS are spared from the full horror of James’ public descent from smugness to senility.
Other Splinters posts of interest:
- James Wood & John Banville on Herzog
- Banville and himself
- Clive of Canberra again
- Arthur Machen
- Light my fire
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