by Kingsley Amis
Reading Lucky Jim is like watching a 1940s Hollywood romantic comedy, but with a British bent. The novel is polished, clever, amusing … and dated. I suspect that Amis’s tale of rebellious college instructor Jim Dixon had more resonance for earlier generations, although its puncturing of academic pomposity is a timeless pleasure. But speaking as a 21st century, American reader, I dare say that much of the book struck me as more peculiar than funny.
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