Brilliant Creatures

Clive James

28 March 2013
9781447235255
320 pages

Synopsis

The debut novel from much-loved writer, poet and broadcaster Clive James, Brilliant Creatures is a bold, hilarious satire of the media industry.

'Clive James doesn't miss a trick' – The Times


Lancelot Windhover used to be famous, but that was a long, long time ago. And so now, when his extramarital affair is on the path to becoming a subject for the gossip columns, it is at least some consolation to know he is remembered.

A romping satire of London literary life in the Eighties, Brilliant Creatures describes an incestuous circle of writers, journalists, publishers, and consultants: a network of characters whose chatter and manoeuvres are so terribly important to one another, it is surely inevitable that someone will write a novel about it all. With critical notes from Peter C. Bartelski, the polymath don of Sydney, Sussex and Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge, this is that novel.

'James is up on a tightrope of style, wobbling away, relentlessly funny. James's achievement, beyond the fizz and the jokes, is to have created characters who begin to be likeable, and who make and live with a decision worth pondering' – London Review of Books

The brilliant creatures of the title live in a world of lost innocence and vast incomes; publishers, writers, media men and consultants, they belong to a charmed circle where everyone knows everybody else’s business and thinks it the most important thing in life. It’s all marvellously clever; Clive James doesn’t miss a trick. It’s funny too. Enjoy, enjoy.
James is up on a tightrope of style, wobbling away, relentlessly funny. James’s achievement, beyond the fizz and the jokes, is to have created characters who begin to be likeable, and who make and live with a decision worth pondering.
I thought I was going to hate Brilliant Creatures, the first novel by Clive James. But before long I found myself greatly enjoying this romping satire of London literary life. The chief pleasure of Brilliant Creatures lies in the writing, which sizzles off the page with a rare merriment.