My greatest pleasure this summer will be savouring Sybille Bedford's neglected novelised memoir, Jigsaw, with its unforgettable depictions of French interwar life and her mother's slide towards a premature death through morphine addiction. You've never heard of Sybille Bedford, have you? Well, I have, and this summer I will be absorbing everything she ever wrote, while you losers are reading Saturday or Arthur and George. Because I'm better than you, do you see?