>[Writers] ... subtly get under our skin and shift our consciousness

But I don't want you backdooring my brain for pleasure.

Why are literature types obsessed about Martin Amis?

> The Martin Amis community, from Anna Wintour to Julian Barnes, had filed in to Handel, and perched on their pews beneath the vaulting neoclassical ceiling, as Martin had done for his father Kingsley’s memorial here in 1996.

What a solid reinforcement of the idea that birth is the way to be loved by the British elites. One could paraphrase Amis and ask "How do you get from a rented room in Whitechapel to a freehold in Knightsbridge? You get the keys from your family's trust fund manager."