Somerset Maugham has never disappointed me, not once. He is one of those writers whose books do not need page numbers because readers never have cause to look for them. As the paragraphs and chapters flow smoothly by, the character studies are always astute, the settings keenly observed. This tale of the early years of a grand old writer, seen from various angles, offers both Maugham's usual satisfactions and several surprises.
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