This is a belated note on the death of influential English critic Frank Kermode. I've always enjoyed his writing. He was one of those old school critics who really loved literature and though at times he was at odds with the broad trends of post-modern criticism, by saying what he really thought, he reached a stature where he could say what he really thought and people listened. He was also one of the founders of the London Review of Books, which has been printing not a few obituaries since his death some weeks ago. Here's a nice one.