Graham Greene
This autobiography of Graham Greene recounting his years of failure – youth, schooling, university, employment and writing novels unsuccessfully, drifts. It might be the drifting without the young author showing much zeal tells that life intentionally – slacker does good without knowing how it happened. However, the writing is mediocre. Good writers must be masters of the language to write poorly. Graham Greene does not have those abilities.
It is supremely odd that while growing up Greene does not mention knowing or reading John Buchan.
Passages where writing is discussed are lazy. Either a writer believes in 1,2 and 3, or a, b or c, or I, II or III, or Mercury, Venus and Earth. Rules and advice are clear using snappy words. The reader and any writer looking for advice from Graham should be cautious: “The smell of opium is more agreeable than the smell of success.”
Other than drugs and Russian Roulette, Greene is the type of writer who does not use the imagination – he must experience something first hand to tell of it – although someone coming from a drug stupor and trying to write about it frequently fails to say much.