Lucky Jim by Kingsley Amis

[solosundance]

Published: 1954
My edition: Penguin Modern Classics
Pages: 276

I noticed this the other day in one of those Top Ten Funniest Books Ever list.  And I also read an old review which said you shouldn't read it sitting on the bus because your howls of laughter would make people look at you funny.

Well.

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My review: Meet the Pedants

[admnaismith]

Dixon ran his eye along the lines of black dots, which seemed to go up and down a good deal, and was able to assure himself that everyone was going to have to sing all the time. He’d had a bad setback twenty minutes ago in some Brahms rubbish which began with ten seconds or so of unsupported tenor-more accurately, of unsupported Goldsmith, who’d twice dried up in the face of a tricky interval and left him opening and closing his mouth in silence. He now cautiously reproduced the note Goldsmith was humming and found the effect pleasing rather than the reverse. Why hadn’t they had the decency to ask him if he’d like to join in, instead of driving him up onto this platform arrangement and forcing sheets of paper into his hand?

My last book of 2009 was one of the oddest. It was billed as a classic English comedy along the lines of PG Wodehouse and Jerome K Jerome, good for an evening or two of giggles. Aside from a few well turned phrases here and there ("Things are very difficult, very difficult", Caton said. Dixon gabbled into the