Franklin Watts, 394 pp., $18.95
Can we take any more of John Middleton Murry? Whether we can or not, here is a new volume of his correspondence. There are plenty of buffoons among men of letters, but he is distinguished by being better documented than most. When his life was published, two years after he died in 1959, even his loyal biographer Frank Lea sounded a rueful note: 'For months at a stretch, it would be possible to follow his movements, including the movements of his mind, from day to day, almost hour to hour.'
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