What do you think?
Rate this book


If you’ve ever stayed with dull people during what is alleged to be the festive season, you’ll know a good dose of Saki is the only cure.
These Christmas stories present Saki at his inimitable, satirical best as he addresses the most perilous aspects of the holiday period: visiting dull relatives, tolerating Christmas Eve merriment, receiving unwanted gifts, and writing ecstatic thank-you cards for those aforementioned gifts.
‘Reginald’s Christmas Revel’ and ‘Reginald on Christmas Presents’ provide us with fabulously droll wit and wisdom from one of Saki’s best-loved characters. In ‘Bertie’s Christmas Eve’ the Steffink family is served some Yuletide revenge by young cousin Bertie, while in ‘Down Pens’ Egbert and Janetta conceive of an ingenious way to never write another thank-you letter again.
The undisputed master of the English short story, never is Saki’s satire sharper than when dissecting the customs of the upper classes at Christmas. These are four tales guaranteed to delight and disturb any Christmas gathering.
‘Saki is like a perfect martini but with absinthe stirred in . . . heady, delicious and dangerous.’ – Stephen Fry
‘The best of his stories are still better than the best of just about every other writer around.’ – Roald Dahl
‘Saki was irreplaceable and unreplaced.’ London Review of Books
‘His stories are cut-glass beauties, pitiless and hard-edged and constantly poking fun at the pretensions of the middle and upper classes.’ – Naomi Alderman
‘I took it up to my bedroom, opened it casually and was unable to go to sleep until I had finished it’ – Noël Coward
48 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 2017



"Thank you very much for the ham; not such a good flavour as the one you sent last year, which itself was not a particularly good one. Hams are not what they used to be."
Mrs Babwold wears a rather solemn personality, and has never been known to smile, even when saying disagreeable things to her friends. She takes her pleasures sadly. Her husband gardens in all weathers. When a man goes out in the pouring rain to brush caterpillars off rose trees, I generally imagine his life indoors leaves something to be desired; anyway, it must be very unsettling for the caterpillars.
There ought to be technical education classes on the science of present-giving. No one seems to have the faintest notion of what anyone else wants, and the prevalent ideas on the subject are not creditable to a civilised community.