The autobiography of Henry Green, one of the twentieth century's finest writers, is as unconventional and brilliant as its author-subject.
Henry Green wrote his autobiography in 1940, aged only thirty-five, because he was convinced he wouldn't survive the war. The result is a delightfully wayward and incisive portrait of English society and of the man himself. From reminiscences of a childhood spent among the gentry, to searing descriptions of Eton and Oxford, to reflections on the author's first experiments with prose and with sex, all Green's unique talents as a writer are on offer here, at their most dazzling and accessible.
“Shines with the same marvellous originality, intuition, sensuality and finish as his novels”
“Green's works live on with ever-brightening intensity”
Wall Street Journal
“Green's books are solid and glittering as gems”