Walter Allen's thorough summary of the history of the English novel is more useful than revelatory. Each major writer is stolidly provided with a fairly extended essay, normally with one or two books given a quite detailed analysis. Every novelist has flaws as well as glories and Allen is not shy about discussing these. In addition a number of minor figures are covered more or less in bulk in each chapter. Allen's judgements are fair and carefully argued, reflecting received opinion, but daring to (cautiously) suggest mild iconoclasms. One tic of his prose is a frequent tendency to statements of the pattern - "There is no more convincing portrayal of xxxx in our language" -"This is the strongest example we posses of xxxx". The tone is that of formally written lectures, but Allen is not an academic (one wonders if some of this book originated from his talks on the BBC[?]). Although written in the mid 50s, all in all his ideas have aged gracefully, this will be a good book to have on the shelf for reference. ( )

Remember when literary critics read books and wrote about them? No? Well, I do now. He got a few things wrong - what did these people ever see in H.G. Wells? In Meredith? That they should be put next to (even sometimes above!) Forster and Woolf? Who knows. But at least you can get upset about this and know that Allen would probably have argued with you, instead of complaining that Forster was a crypto-imperialist (which is extraordinarily stupid, by the way), and Wells a eugenicist, and therefore they're not worth reading. He's a bit obsessed with 'symbolism' too, which is distracting, and has a soft spot for 'Englishness' and 'nonconformism,' which is more touching now than it might have been when there was still an empire. Anyway, I'd much rather read this than Greenblatt, and I imagine that goes for most people. ( )