Introduction by Christopher Hitchens.
Dedication: To My Father
Opening: I am an American, Chicago born – Chicago, that sombre city – and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes not so innocent.
Reading season? March of course!
Episodic adventures of a boy growing up and trying on all modes of life to see if they suit. The writing is fantastic with sharp and witty observations; the characters are so real they jump out of the page and practically demand to sit down at your table and have a cup of tea.
But I can’t say that I enjoyed it overly much.