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432 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000
One sure infuriant was the unbidden approach of a waiter (he felt they always timed it to ruin his anecdotes). Waiters bearing peppermills drew his special scorn.
-Would you like some pepper, sir?
-...Well I don't know yet, do I? Because I haven't tasted it.
When my turn came I accepted a thick coat of pepper on my unbroached starter. Kingsley stared hard at me. I said,
-If you like it you like it. It's not the same as salt. That's why they don't go around with a salt cellar.
He seemed to find this genuinely enlightening. But then he closed his eyes and his head dropped sideways: a nearby infant was crying.
-Formerly, he said, she'd have to take it off and deal with it. Formerly, they'd be lucky to be taken out at all.
-Well then. A clear improvement.
-A change, anyway, he said, now raising his chin.
The incredulity my children excite in me never diminishes. I contemplate a child of mine, and I can't believe that a creation in which I shared has gone on to gain such contour and quiddity and mass. Watch the way they fill up a car, a room. In the bath - look at all the water they displace.
"Reading Experience, one is struck by a mismatch between events and what Amis has made of them: the dental fixation, his conviction that journalists are persecuting him, the unintentional bad taste of his writing about his cousin, the high rhetorical style that, as in his fiction, cannot mask a dearth of things to write about: all these suggest a worrying reality gap. Perhaps the book really shows that it is not experience that matters - but what you do with it."