How he held forth on anyone from Chaucer to Ishiguro! Knowing the ins and outs of deconstruction and postcolonial theory, he was the doyen of the literary journals.
Colleagues’ reputations were demolished with one savage review. He never lost an argument in seminars or in print.
He would dominate dinner parties with his scintillating conversation and wit.
His wife endured his affairs with postgraduate students under the spell of his intellect, proud he would always return to her.
Yet when at 58 he was told he had terminal cancer, words, which had been the foundation of his existence, failed him.
Colleagues’ reputations were demolished with one savage review. He never lost an argument in seminars or in print.
He would dominate dinner parties with his scintillating conversation and wit.
His wife endured his affairs with postgraduate students under the spell of his intellect, proud he would always return to her.
Yet when at 58 he was told he had terminal cancer, words, which had been the foundation of his existence, failed him.
