By Eric Linklater
A literary Cheers—filled with British allure and wit
Comprised of an interesting sequence of vignettes that happen on the Pelican Pub in Downish, England, Poet's Pub is a humor-filled choice of tales by way of award winner Eric Linklater—one of the unique titles commissioned through Penguin Classics founder Allen Lane—and back to be had to American readers. When an Oxford poet named Saturday Keith assumes keep an eye on of the Pelican Pub, what he wishes such a lot is the peace and freedom to craft his poems with out being disturbed. this is often the least of what occurs, for the neighborhood watering gap quickly turns into an out-and-out charm for varied eccentric characters starting from uncouth rogues to contributors of academia.
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