A) Lucky Person Amis

One of the largest English post-war writers Kingsli Emis (1922-1995) proved in all conceivable genres of fiction and non-fiction, invented not less than ten novels for the long and extraordinarily fruitful literary innings in any way, however, as it was not once, remained in history of English literature, and in history of our foreign literature in translation, by the author of one - most first and funniest - the book lucky “Person Jim”, which along with the play of John Osborna “Look Back in Anger” and by novels “Hurry downward” John Wain and “Path upstairs”, John Braine, became bright manifestation of literary flow of “angry youths of people”. In two stated autobiographic essays below from the aesthetic collection “Memoirs” (where flashbacks about friends entered also, obituaries, reviews and other), Emis - with superfluous, perchance, for a satirist by circumstances and no memoir pushed aside - ironically describes “businesses a long ago pasts”: family both school and key of author narration striking is reminded by an afore-mentioned early masterpiece, where a comic effect was built on the “chronic” lack of coincidence of odd, and often and frankly conduct of hero and its serious elucidative mission (a hero is an university teacher). Ability to find funny, ridiculous in serious, touching, considerable is a distinguishing feature of the satiric talent of Emis - both prosaist and memorialist.

Speak, the father of my father was by birth from East England which in childhood was seen to me some distant, unknown mountain or desert. Called its Joseph Dgeyms Emis, in our family of it in a joke styled by Paterom or Dad. To me it went down in memory by a red faced fat man with living, moist peep-holes and thick, fluffy moustaches which were associated at me with style the “kaiser Billy” times of First world war. A nose at it was in violet veins, and from it, that to me for some reason seemed especially strange, both here or the long stuck out there, inch in two, hairsprings. Dad again and again broke out low, going from somewhere from within and that is why by the laughter look like pipe voice, however much I will not recall something, that it some time smiled. Only now, setting to write this book, I considered suddenly, however much I have loved it and was afraid. If not to count Christmas dinners and birthdays, we were seen enough rarely, however enough I was and this. Somehow on Christmas it contrived to compliment with me and my cousin John identical ties.

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