by Wendy Cope
Reflections, reviews and other prose.
I'm turning into something of a fan of prose written by poets, be it the letters of Philip Larkin, the ‘nature writing’ of Kathleen Jamie and Nan Shepherd, or the humorous memoir/travel writing of Simon Armitage. They all seem to have a wonderful, deceptively simple precision that makes their prose immense fun to read.
I can now add Wendy Cope's prose to my list. I enjoyed this mix of memoir, reviews, and other bits and bobs immensely. Indeed, I (genuinely) laughed out loud at her account of watching World Championship darts on the television.