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Clive James, sex and revolution

24 November 2020

1:25 PM

24 November 2020

1:25 PM

One year ago, oNovember 24, 2019, the great man of letters, comedianand raconteur, Clive James, died.  

I won’t even pretend to be impartial. Ever since I was fourteen, every sentence I’ve ever written has been an attempt to write like Clive James. His command of the language, his ability to balance a sentence, his promiscuous and prodigious consumption of both popular and high culture—all of it I found exhilarating.

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