“[Jim] Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way… He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning… His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he’d somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.”
The best hangover scene ever written? Kingsley Amis’ Lucky Jim and other fictional hangovers, in print, film and song.
First posted: Tuesday, December 28th, 2010.