Kingsley Amis: The King's English

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I read my first Kingsley Amis novel a few years back. Can’t remember the title. I’m terrible about things like titles. Back in the days of LPs I wouldn’t be able to remember the name of a song I liked just that it was the third cut on Side 2.

A couple of years ago I read Lucky Jim and quickly read all the rest. Or all the Amis books I’m apt to ever read. The Anti-Death League I read about half of before deciding that it wasn’t going to give me any pleasure. And I’ve never felt tempted to read his ghost novel.

Amis’ clarity and individuality proved captivating enough to order his memoirs and essays. Both volumes proved equally enjoyable. If any of his correspondence makes it to the shop I’ll give those a try. Amis’ particular gift of wit makes him seem like he’d have been a great letter writer.

I’d been patiently waiting for The King’s English to come into the shop. When my tax refund came I figured I could allow myself two books and ordered The King’s English.

I’d expected an essay collection on the theme of language. The book is a handbook of prescription and comment, arranged alphabetically. I need plenty of reminders of the right way to do things. The prose is pleasant enough but doesn’t offer the pleasure of Amis’ essays. The most sustained entries are perhaps two pages.

I don’t regret having bought the book but won’t be keeping it and can’t think of anything to quote.