In ‘Coda’ Simon Gray diarises the diagnosis and treatment of his terminal lung cancer, including the black moments of anger, shame, terror, makes me laugh out loud at least three times and lifts my mood greatly. Little need to add to what I posted last December about ‘The Last Cigarette’. Here it is again.
"A delicious treat to be once again in the self-deprecatingly witty hands of Simon Gray’s stream-of-consciousness autobiographical persona. Sad too, as I’ve now only one more to go – Coda – before the cigarettes finally claim him for the smoking room situated somewhere between heaven and the other place, which is crowded with all the most interesting and lovable people. Reading this just after Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse, I realised (a) just what a clever craftsman Simon Gray is, and (b) what a debt modern writers owe to Virginia."