Evelyn Waugh’s brilliantly irreverent satire of Fleet Street, with an introduction by Alexander Waugh Lord Copper, newspaper magnate and proprietor of The Daily Beast, has always prided himself on his intuitive flair for spotting ace reporters. That is not to say he has not made the odd blunder, however, and may in a moment of weakness make another. Acting on a dinner party tip from Mrs Algernon Stitch, he feels convinced that he has hit on just the chap to cover a promising little war in the African Republic of Ishmaelia. But for, pale, ineffectual William Boot, editor of the Daily Beast’s ‘nature notes’ column, being mistaken for a competent journalist may prove to be a fatal error…’Waugh at the mid-season point of his perfect pitch’Christopher Hitchens