Weidenfeld and Nicolson, 138 pp., $14.95
A good argument could be advanced for allowing this little book to pass unreviewed. It's trifling in a number of ways, and casts no light of any consequence on its ostensible subject. There is nothing here that will be useful to scholars or biographers of Auden, or to interest readers of the poet's work. Yet it is a book so quirky in its mean-spiritedness, so touchy in its vanity, so dazzling in its carelessness and irresponsibility, that it commands some interest as a curiosity.
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