Volume 19, Number 1 · July 20, 1972
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
By Karl Miller
Midnight Oil
by V.S. Pritchett
Random House, 271 pp., $6.95
A Sort of Life
by Graham Greene
Simon & Schuster, 224 pp., $6.95
Perhaps The New York Review of Books is not too austere to allow me to begin with a simple-hearted reminiscence. Some years ago I had lunch with these two writers in London's most congenial restaurant.[1] They are about the same age, and are old friends. Greene's face had a touch of kippery cosmopolitan tan; Pritchett's whiteness, the color of the loup de mer on the menu, spoke of the midnight oil, and perhaps of London, too. They were like mellow old soldiers who'd seen service in the literary wars, but who were neither boastful nor vengeful in the manner of many such veterans. Old-world words—'good-natured,' 'mischievous'—come to mind to describe how they seemed: an impression which these books confirm.
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