Good and bad

I started this book with great enthusiasm, impressed by his erudition - the classical, historical, political and literary references - and his vast vocabulary. I mean, whoever heard of the verb to latibulate? (To hide in a safe corner until conditions improve. Maybe what we all should be doing.) There is no particular story line, he relates bits of his life around the time when his marriage to the redoubtable Georgina was failing and his even more redoubtable mother was in hospital maybe dying and I began to find the tedium relieved only by his sense of humour plus of course the erudition and the vocab. So the book was never finished, however, having picked it up again just now perhaps I regret it. His description of the aged prostitute in the same ward as his mother is poignant and funny. Mmmm, another time.