but he wasn't
as lucidly ludic as Sterne, nor as poignant as Cervantes, and
certainly not fit to buckle the corset of Rabelais. Decent and well
intentioned, but with no real gusto. If he were around today, I
imagine he would be a workaday lad-lit purveyor, midway between
Jonathan Coe and Tim Lott.
― Edna Welthorpe, Mrs, Tuesday, 19 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)