Random House, 1,219 pp., $35.00
'I have before me two photographs,' V.S. Pritchett has written. 'One is, I regret, instantly recognizable: a bald man, sitting before a pastry board propped on a table, and writing. He does little else besides sit and write. His fattish face is supported by a valence of chins; the head is held together by glasses that slip down a bridgeless nose .'
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