I'm all for kicking a guy when he's down

but do you really need to spend a whole section of your latest collection doing it? Frank Kuppner must think so, judging by his parody of Eliot- subtly entitled 'West Aland' in his latest collection 'A Gods Breakfast'. Presumably the notion is that it's going to shove what remains of TS's reputation off the edge of the cliff it's been clinging to. Whatever. Somehow, it just doesn't feel like one of the Second Best Moments in Chinese History.