Almost Inevitably...
... I went back to a charity shop and bought Henry Green's Loving (1945) / Living (1929) / Party Going (1939) and Nothing (1950) / Doting (1952) / Blindness (1926), even though under the strict application of the two pound rule I don't have to. Together they come to £5.50, but as this is six novels that's actually about 90p a book...
Rather like Patrick Hamilton, he seems to be one of those literary blindspots - too late to be modernist, too early to be angry young man, a contemporary with Grahame Greene, who must surely have reviewed his near namesake (and don't forget Harry Lime). Both Green and his wife were descended from the first Baron Leconfield, the current title holder I recently heard speak about East Prussia (and I hope the merely Hon Henry Vincent Yorke is much more interesting).
My gut would be to start with Blindness, although it appears the omnibi have eschewed chronological ordering. I ought to be reading sf, of course. And Moonraker. But I need to wash the taste of a book I will not name out of my head.
Rather like Patrick Hamilton, he seems to be one of those literary blindspots - too late to be modernist, too early to be angry young man, a contemporary with Grahame Greene, who must surely have reviewed his near namesake (and don't forget Harry Lime). Both Green and his wife were descended from the first Baron Leconfield, the current title holder I recently heard speak about East Prussia (and I hope the merely Hon Henry Vincent Yorke is much more interesting).
My gut would be to start with Blindness, although it appears the omnibi have eschewed chronological ordering. I ought to be reading sf, of course. And Moonraker. But I need to wash the taste of a book I will not name out of my head.