Intrigued by all the Delderfield love. I realise I mixed him (?) up with AJ Cronin. Time to investigate further.
49. Inside Story: A Novel by Martin Amis
Almost wanted to write an honest to God essay about this to try and sort out my thoughts, but I'm not a writer so I won't. Firstly, I recommend it, it's very funny. Amis deploys the possibilities of a physical book really well. I laughed out loud at an asterisk, and at the placement of a picture. Things that caused scolding in reviews I read seemed very obviously to be jokes.
Secondly, it's about death. He's in his 70s now and has lost many people, and brings their last months to life, thereby talking about cancer and its treatment, and Alzheimers. But mostly about the people he loved, or the people they loved. So, Saul Bellow, Christopher Hitchens, fragments of Kingsley Amis and a tiny amount about his sister Myfanwy, and a tender piece about Elizabeth Jane Howard.
Thirdly, women. Oh. I would defend Amis on women. He does at least acknowledge that we read and are in his audience, and generally that we are always a factor. I couldn't help but smile at his page on Germaine Greer as his kind nurse when ill. But the whole bit about Phoebe Phelps his pneumatic and neurotic lover is all a bit - well, I didn't mind reading it but it's a bit lifeless, compared to the vivid love for his favourite men.
Fourthly, the bants with Hitch. Was this how it really was? Probably. I prefer monologue to dialogue I think, because bants just gets dull. It's why I love Nancy Mitford - no reaction shots, all the dialogue is actually monologue. I've no doubt it pleased him to recreate it.
Well, I loved reading it but I'm talking myself out of liking it now so I'll stop. Maybe another go at Saul Bellow, who is impenetrable to me