One of England’s great humorous writers, Alan Coren, died on Thursday. He was a master of taking something trivial, like the discovery of Neolithic hut circles in Hampshire, and transforming it into a magnificent flight of the imagination, in that case involving dodgy builders and a god in the form of the Isle of Wight. He loved language and the use of words. Along with the late Douglas Adams, he was a formative influence on my writing style. I am in his debt.
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Oh rats! I had always admired Alan, wanting to copy his style in my writings. Never quite managed it. The bookcase beside me has Golfing for Cats, The Lady from Stalingrad Mansion and The Sanity Inspector in it.
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