Anthony Burgess (1917-1993) was often described as a polymath. He wrote novels in a variety of forms (dystopian, comic, satirical, naturalistic, historical, among others), screenplays, poetry, memoirs, and, probably closest to his heart, music. He was born into a secure lower middle class life in Manchester, United Kingdom. An alienating childhood seemed to begin a pattern of Burgess himself upsetting any advantages or positions he possessed, often flouting authority, often getting the short end of the stick, almost always displaying his ferocious intellect and astonishing linguistic skills. He was larger than life, and he cultivated that reputation. Despite his ego, his skill more often than not matched his estimation of himself, and his charm of self-possession would carry the reader along irresistibly. A Clockwork Orange, an uncharacteristic novel if anything could be called that for Burgess, became his calling card, his tag.
The University of Manchester Press, with the cooperation and sponsorship of the International Anthony Burgess Foundation, is carrying out a last wish of his: a fine uniform edition of his complete works. The standards set by the first six are very high: fine binding, excellent introductions, and superb notes and annotations by scholars. A new edition of A Clockwork Orange, perhaps at long last satisfactory to the author even in his afterlife, is now available with a restored text.
Re Joyce
Re Joyce
Arguing that "the appearance of difficulty is part of Joyce's big joke," Burgess provides a readable, accessible guide to the writings of James Joyce.
“Burgess has written a study of the most brilliant and humane of twentieth-century humanists.”
Philip Toynbee, The Observer
“Recognizing the coming and cosmic in Joyce, [Burgess] proceeds with his self-imposed task of unraveling meaning by scrutinizing the layers of a mind that was encyclopedic in dimension. . . . He has defined the perimeter of Joyce's adventure in both Ulysses and Finnegans Wake. . . . It took Burgess to place Joyce's satire in its proper orbit.”
Saturday Review