Allan Massie

Would they have ended up grumpy old men?

Allan Massie wonders what would have happened to those who died young in their old age

issue 12 January 2008

The transition from iconoclastic youth to crusty age is common enough. The emergence of Martin Amis as a critic of Islam (at least in some of its manifestations) may be an expression of solidarity with his old friends Salman Rushdie and Christopher Hitchens, or it may be that, as Terry Eagleton suggests, he is turning into his father. Certainly Kingsley may be held to have gone that way, and many of us, as the years pass, do indeed find ourselves resembling Dad. This must be a disturbing thought, often, for our sons. Those whom the gods love die young — before that happens. ‘When Mozart was my age,’ as Tom Lehrer used to say, ‘he’d been dead for years’. ‘Lucky man’ is the unspoken thought.

The triumvirate of Romantic poets achieved only 92 years between them, Byron dying at 36, Shelley at 30 and Keats at a mere 26.

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