At a first glance, Further Requirements might not appear quite the match for Required Writing. Some might call it an echo, of varying volume, for it is the mixture as before: interviews, statements (that deadly form beloved of magazine editors at one time), reviews. Best to think of it as a parallel universe fashioned by Anthony Thwaite in which one goes through Larkin's life again: the pattern is familiar, tweaked here and there, with halts at some subjects again, and with more on Waugh this time around, including a dissenting view on the Letters, and that continual, invigorating engagement with the books sent to him. He knows his stuff, and this is particularly acute in such items as a detailed review of the first volume of Hardy's Letters. Larkin states that the biography which Hardy wrote under his wife's name is highly readable. Those who do not know it often dismiss it.
Further Requirements is a book to own. Every reader will find more in it, such as his noting that the essay is enjoying new popularity in America. "Can there still be legions of prairie-surrounded televisionless, with nothing to do in the long evenings but read under the oil lamp by a hot stove?"
You do not need to be on a prairie to enjoy this book, and even F R Leavis might have resisted hurling it in the logburner.
Goodness knows what Larkin, a librarian, would have made of Brighton's decision to hide it in the reserve stock. That deprives the volume of its natural state: something that chanced upon will be an abiding delight, the distillation of Larkin's world which is one we share but which he made his own: a parallel universe indeed, near-genius.