A number of younger writers saw in him an example of how to escape the crabbed confines of English letters, and sought to write with a similar freedom, irreverence, and energy. Money did for the writers of the 1980s what Lucky Jim had done for their counterparts a generation earlier.
I wish I could write like Amis. He strikes me as the most Dickensian writer around, in terms of style. He’s astonishingly good [in his] native command of sentence structure. On the other hand, he often forgets that he has to tell a story.