A book I read only some years ago, and was astonished by its modernity, its formidable intelligence and its punk sensibility, was <i>The Last September</i> by Elizabeth Bowen
- Sebastian Barry, Guardian
A strongly autobiographical portrait of a lost class marking out its final moments - every garden party, every house guest and every flirtation is touched by a sense of impending extinction
Guardian
When I read [The Last September] I was knocked out by the sheer magnificence of her writing, the cinematic possibilities, and her obsession with the minutiae and the detail of life... I was totally gripped by the story
Glasgow Herald
Posterity will one day return to Miss Bowen's novels as a repository of clues to the inner life of our times
Sunday Telegraph
A combination of social comedy and private tragedy...brilliant description of Anglo-Irish life at the troublesome time of 1920
Times Literary Supplement