Long live J C Squire, says Dalrymple in this month’s essay for the New English Review. Who is J C Squire, you ask. A writer “famous enough in his time” but mostly forgotten today. A shame, since his prose is “rooted in everyday life, making precisely the kind of connection between life and literature that… it is one of the purposes of literary criticism to make” and filled with “a love of absurdity, which is almost a sufficient condition for a love of life”.

Dalrymple on J C Squire aka Solomon Eagle