` Arriving in Cambridge on my first day as an undergraduate, I could see nothing except a cold white October mist. At the age of twenty-four I was a complete failure, with nothing to show for my life except a few poems nobody wanted to publish in book form.` Falling Towards England -- the second volume of Clive James`s ` Unreliable Memoirs` -- was meant to be the last. Thankfully, that`s not the case. In ` Unreliable Memoirs III`, Clive details his time at Cambridge, including film reviewing, writing poetry, falling in love (often), & marrying (once) during May Week -- which was not only in June but also two weeks long.. .` Nobody writes like Clive James; he has invented a style` Spectator ` He turns phrases, mixes together cleverness & clownishness, & achieves a fluency & a level of wit that make his pages truly shimmer.. . May Week Was In June is vintage James` Financial Times