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Midnight Oil begins with the story of how he became a writer without benefit of higher education, literary mentors or even good advice. Instinct made the 20-year-old Pritchett leave the leather trade in London and set off for Paris in 1921. He saw his first pepper mill, ate his first omelet, became an accent snob and-so far as he could afford a fop. In a more gradual way, "the orderliness of the trees, the gravely spaced avenues, rearranged my mind...
...held a couple of selling jobs, but set about writing at once. The embarrassing question was: Write what? He had read some Stevenson, Chesterton and a few Georgian poets. "What was their common characteristic?" he pondered. "It was obvious. They walked." So young Pritchett took to the roads and returned dusty with full notebooks. Soon the Christian Science Monitor began publishing his word sketches...
...poignancy of Pritchett's early career lies in his utter isolation. Any kill he acquired was the product of reading or laborious trial and error. Joyce, Hemingway and Stein were in Paris when Pritchett was. He had never heard of them, nor had he any notion of what they were trying to do. After two years in France, he signed on as Monitor correspondent in Ireland-during the Troubles-and later went to Spain. He was so ignorant of journalism that for a while he was unaware that he could even approach government or political figures for interviews. Later...
...Little More." Pritchett can smile at his youthful self. More important he is able to set down the gradual growth of his mind. After the early Paris period when he thought his feet could take him farther than his head, he entered a blurry "transcendental" phase culminating in the Irish sojourn. In that "Victorian lagoon," even the fighting seemed unreal. He arrived at Cork terrified by a hail of machine-gun fire, only to be reassured by the urchin carrying his bag: " Tis only the boys from the hills." In Ireland he met his first true writers-Yeats...
...last part of the book returns to England and in a way to A Cab at the Door. Pritchett's blustering father and droll mother come onstage for a final turn, somewhat better off financially but still squabbling, buying and selling inappropriate property, defying the blitz by moving into London. Both died in their 80s after the war. Probably out of modesty, he sketches his later life very lightly, discussing his novels and short stories briefly and barely mentioning both his career as critic for the New Statesman and the major study of Balzac he has worked...