Graham Greene

I was looking up my copy of Graham Greene's autobiography - A Sort of Life - when this newspaper cutting fell out.

It is a review from the Evening Standard of Greene's forthcoming novel, The Human Factor, which came out in Spring 1978. I read the review and can only marvel that, first, Greene was one of the finest British writers of the twentieth century, and - second, that it still shocks me he never won the Nobel prize for Literature.

The reviewer describes him as "probably the greatest living writer in the English language, one of the best known and most widely translated."

He lived in Antibes in the latter oart of his life. I rememebr visiting Antibes a couple of times as a student and hoping, as one does, that I would sort of bump into him and share a glass of Pernod or Pouilly. I never did, though...