By Eric Linklater
A literary Cheers—filled with British attraction and wit
Comprised of an enjoyable sequence of vignettes that ensue on the Pelican Pub in Downish, England, Poet's Pub is a humor-filled selection of tales through award winner Eric Linklater—one of the unique titles commissioned through Penguin Classics founder Allen Lane—and back on hand to American readers. When an Oxford poet named Saturday Keith assumes regulate of the Pelican Pub, what he wants such a lot is the peace and freedom to craft his poems with no being disturbed. this is often the least of what occurs, for the neighborhood watering gap quickly turns into an out-and-out allure for numerous eccentric characters starting from uncouth rogues to individuals of academia.
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