‘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 Toward England - the second volume of Clive James’s Unreliable Memoirs - was meant to be the last. Thankfully, that’s not the case. In Unrelaible Memoirs III, Clive details his time at Cambridge, including film reviewing, writing poetry, falling in love (often), and marrying (once). ‘Every line is propelled by a firecracker witticism’ London Review of Books ‘He turns phrases, mixes together cleverness and clownishness, and achieves a fluency and a level of wit that make his pages truly shimmer… May Week Was In June is vintage James’ Financial Times