‘The book is inflected by a general sense of apprehension that we all have at present – an awareness of the possibility of world-ending events.’
A Jet-Propelled Armchair Brian Dillon·29th May 2016If his friends are to be believed, Cyril Conolly was a monster of sloth and self-regard. And yet, what an endearing figure he cuts through their letters and memoirs.FictionNumber 37 | 'Others merely live, I vegetate.'
