What an enticing prospect: A-Z elucidation, or at least the admission in print that most of life's pressing questions are never answered. But won't all the entries begin with 'W'? Where has youth gone? Why dost thou lash that whore? Why are you looking at me like that? And of course the question that trails us from playgroup to dementia ward: well, if you will go on like that, what else did you expect?

LRB 24 January 2008 | PDF Download