The great appeal of Gore Vidal, perhaps even beyond his incontestable mastery of the written and spoken word, is that irrepressible and ever-present sense of boyish mischief that permeated everything he did and said, every provocation across the decades delivered with a glinting eye and an impish grin. The man published books for sixty years - novels, stories, essays, commentary, history, rhetoric - and that same sense of roguery never left him.
Clearly, this was not something he developed or constructed or ‘put-on’ - as it is already in full-flush here in this short, sharp, utterly delicious collection of early stories. They’re great on their own, but even better when read within the context of the last ‘grand old man of letters’, where the (fictionalised?) summer holiday journey of a 24-year-old Gore is transformed into a Rosetta Stone for future door-stoppers.