Kingsley Amis Poems
- Wasted That cold winter evening The fire would not ...
- Untitled Things tell less and less: The news impersonal And...
- Something Nasty In The Booksho... Between the Gardening and the...
- To A Baby Born Without Limbs This is just to show you whose ...
- The Voice Of Authority: A Lang... Do this. Don't move. ...
- A Note On Wyatt See her come bearing down, a tidy ...
Sir Kingsley William Amis, CBE (16 April 1922 – 22 October 1995) was an English novelist, poet, critic and teacher. He wrote more than 20 novels, six volumes of poetry, a memoir, and various short stories, radio and television scripts, and books of social and literary criticism. According to his biographer, Zachary Leader, Amis was "the finest British comic novelist of the second half of the twentieth century." He is the father of the English novelist Martin Amis.
In 2008, The Times ranked Kingsley Amis ninth on their list of the 50 greatest British writers since 1945. more »
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''Outside every fat man there was an even fatter man trying to close in.''Kingsley Amis (b. 1922), British novelist. One Fat Englishman, ch. 3 (1963). Roger Micheldene, "a shortish fat Englishman of forty," musing over a...
''He was of the faith chiefly in the sense that the church he currently did not attend was Catholic.''Kingsley Amis (b. 1922), British novelist. One Fat Englishman, ch. 8 (1963). Said of Roger Micheldene.
Growing older, I have lost the need to be political, which means, in this country, the need to be left. I am driven into grudging toleration of the Conservative Party because it is the party of non-po...Kingsley Amis (1922-1995), British novelist. Sunday Telegraph (London, July 2, 1967).
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That cold winter evening
The fire would not draw,
And the whole family hung
Over the dismal grate
Where rain-soaked logs
Bubbled, hissed and steamed.
Then, when the others had gone
Up to their chilly beds,
And I was ready to go,
The wood began to flame
In clear rose and violet,
Heating the small hearth.
Why should that memory cling
Now the children are all grown up,
And the house - a different house -
Is warm at any season?