May Week Was In June by Clive James
`Arriving in Cambridge on my first day as an undergraduate, I could see nothing except a cold white October mist. At the age of twenty-four I was a complete failure, with nothing to show for my life except a few poems nobody wanted to publish in book form.'
Falling Towards England - the second volume of Clive James's Unreliable Memoirs - was meant to be the last. Thankfully, that's not the case. In `Unreliable Memoirs III', May Week Was in June, Clive details his time at Cambridge, including film reviewing, writing poetry, falling in love (often), and marrying (once) during May Week - which was not only in June but also two weeks long . . .