Having never had a review in The Spectator before, I'm tremendously excited by Lloyd Evans giving Things Can Only Get Bitter a very thorough kicking. I can't really do his piece justice here, but these are some of the highlights:
'It’s a pity he can’t write terribly well, although it helps to explain the book’s extreme brevity.'
'Turner, a lifelong gloom addict, approaches even the most innocent and joyful developments in a mood of sulky intellectualism.'
'[The publishers] asked a lazy editor to commission a lazy author to propose a lazy idea and turn it into a lazy book.'
'The flimsiest and most banal 72-page tome in history.'
That's terrific stuff. If I'm reading this correctly, he doesn't like the essay very much.
I regret to say that, not being a regular reader of The Spectator, I'm unfamiliar with Lloyd Evans's work. I only knew him previously from Just Boris, Sonia Purnell's excellent biography of Boris Johnson, as an investigative journalist conducting 'an inquiry into Swedish lavatorial habits'.
But he's clearly a man of some taste and discernment, and I thank him for his kind words.