This is a fairly lightweight collection of Burgess' stories, a mix of imaginative reconstructions of literary and political events, pastiches and tales from his time in Malaya 'doing a Maugham' - that is, observing very late colonial Brits and the natives.
It is entertaining enough and Burgess cannot write badly but little is going to be truly memorable in a year's time. His Attila the Hun novella reads like the playbook for a Hollywood epic that perhaps he would like to have been in on - a good read but not really quite true to life or history.
He also shows off his intellect far too much ... boondoggling the reader with detailed arcane knowledge and literary 'insider' stuff. We know he is intelligent and talented. He really does not need to show off. At times, he is classically too clever by half.
But this was not a disappointing collection only because I was not expecting too much from a rather obvious pulling together of bits and pieces from an illustrious career towards the end of it - a sort of completist collection for fans.
Having said this, the best lies in the two very short Malay stories and both of them gain their strength from a subtle exploration of sexual meaning or rather how meanings are manipulated or misunderstood within the social reality of a dying colonialism.
The theme of 'The Wine of the Country' reminded me a little of Alberto Moravia's exploration of how male and female expectation and assumptions of the correct and appropriate can be so much at odds while 'Snow' is an acute evocation of power shifting as the old colonials lose their place.
Mostly enjoyable, sometimes frustrating, sometimes cavalier or offering writing as intellectual exercise to keep in practice, the book is, as I say, for completists but look out for the two Malay stories if they are anthologised elsewhere and if you are not interested in the collection as a whole.