At the very end of May Week Was in June, we left our hero sitting beside the River Cam one beautiful 1968 spring day, jotting down his thoughts in a journal. Newly married and about to leave the cloistered world of Cambridge academia for the racier, glossier life promised by Literary London, he was, so he informed his journal, reasonably satisfied. With his criticism beginning to appear in magazines and newspapers such as the New Statesman, and his poetry published in Carcanet, as well as a play being performed to rave reviews at the Arts Theatre, James had good reason to be content. But what happened next? Intelligent, amusing and provocative, its a book that cant come soon enough for the legions of Clive James fans worldwide.