Clive James may know plenty about making enemies (and gloating), but he knew sod all about book publishing when he wrote this
Clive James knows quite a lot about all sorts of things, but I suspect there's a fair bit of (not so gentle) urine extraction going on -- not only of himself, but the whole London literary scene which can often seem like something out of the scarier reaches of Greek lit. I'm a huge fan of his 'unreliable memoirs' too, not only because they're often very funny but because some of the best jokes are James sending the pretensions and idiocy of his younger self without mercy.
Listening to the Holy Father whilst naked? I'm sure there's a special punishment for that ...
... and its not as much fun as it sounds. :) You recovered from the BDO quickly this year, Mr. Brown.
That wasn't an old secondhand bookstall: it was Waiheke's newsagent.