Perversely, but perhaps appropriately, Aidan Higgins–one of the few contemporary writers worthy of comparison with Beckett and Joyce, now celebrating his 85th year—has chosen to wait until his sight has nearly left him to assemble this collection of visual treats. A commonplace book of anecdotes and cartoons–the latter never before published, though familiar to all of Higgins’s correspondents from the margins of his letters and postcards–Blind Man’s Bluff is a compendium of tart and comic insights into sight itself, as well as other varied indignities: personal, historical, and literary.