I have no use for Kingsley Amis, that small-souled nasty man, and so am both taken aback and obscurely offended to discover that he liked Housman. Well, no matter. I *still* like Housman even if Kingsley Amis did too.
Oh, quite enough people have managed not to like Housman through the years. Look at the comment below that article, by the (I trust) self-titled Henry Miller. "As offensive perhaps to conventional modern tastes as Housman's poetry itself (J note: you could use a comma here, Hank) is its patent artificiality. Rustic songs of love and early death being written by a dryasdust, asexual London scholar." The odd thing is, I'd have thought Amis would have been one of the detractors.
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