And the best of luck to Mr. Banville and my old friend Marlowe.
Banville is the heir to Proust, via Nabokov, and not because there is a lot of sex in Ancient Light.
Banville would win in 2005, but not without more controversy.
What if Banville just wanted to write a mystery story and make some money?
No, even I agree that his vita makes Banville look like the man for the job.
That merits a chuckle, but Banville wins the battle of the pulp fatales.
Banville may tarnish his hero a bit, particularly by tormenting him with alcohol.
If it was Hugo who invented French rhyme it was Banville who broke up the couplet.
He seemed a new de Banville—dainty, dallying, and deft—a writer of witty and pretty verses—nothing more.
In these days Banville, like Gérard de Nerval in earlier times, ronsardised.