This brief memoir by Terry Eagleton, with its black binding, red end-papers, reasonable price and modest dimensions, would, if it had been published in time, have made a perfect gift for the fat end of a Christmas stocking. That it should have come to this - that a Marxist whose appointment as Wharton Professor of English at Oxford University caused such controversy all those years ago should now wittingly or unwittingly provide an elegant bibelot for the more literate members of the British bourgeoisie - shows as clearly as the defeat of the Sandinistas or the downfall of the Soviet Union how times have changed.
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