Superb essay about essays. The good, the bad and the clickbait-y.

I fell in love with de Montaigne, Chesterton and Emerson in university, but somehow never heard about AA Gill. Thank you for introducing me to his splendid writing.

I just read in The Guardian that, in announcing his impending demise, he said he was suffering with “an embarrassment of cancer”. He went on: “There is barely a morsel of offal that is not included. I have a trucker’s gut-buster, gimpy, malevolent, meaty malignancy.” (He wanted readers to know, he said, in case it affected his judgments about food, since he was writing as a restaurant critic.)

Wow. The use of language.

Thank you for the encouragement to us all to up our game.