Martin Amis wishes his sister had converted to Islam.

To me, Martin has always been the greatest of the Amis brothers. Sir Kingsley hasn’t written anything worth reading in years, while Sir Hardy has always been more interested in socks than in literature.

"Scarlet is perhaps the most masculine of all colours, but its very flamboyancy limits its use... The matching of socks to the tie I find affected."

Interesting points, but it’s not exactly Tolstoy, is it?


UPDATE!
On the other hand, Martin is the only Amis brother who doesn't have a knighthood, the useless fucker.