By D.J. Taylor
Because the past due Nineteen Nineties, deepest Eye's "What You Didn't Miss" column has educated a vigilant lens on a few of the nice literary reputations of our age. Highlights of this bumper choice comprise Martin Amis exploring the sexual revolution of the Sixties, A.S. Byatt rewriting the Norse myths and the past due Anthony Powell reflecting on his dying. There are verse contributions from such exclusive modern poets as Seamus Heaney, Clive James and Sir Andrew movement and a number of biographical matters starting from Hugh Trevor-Roper to the Bloomsbury staff.
Edited and brought via D.J. Taylor, What You Didn't Miss doubles up as either an hilarious choice of literary lampoons and another background of recent English Literature.
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