After his brother's death, Keats moved in with Charles Brown in the Hampstead area of London. It was the beginning of 1819, a year that proved to be one of dazzling highs and crushing lows for Keats. The reviews for Endymion were out, and they were not nice at all. Critics accused Keats of childish, self-indulgent writing hardly fit for an amateur. "It is a better and wiser thing to be a starved apothecary than a starved poet. So back to the shop, Mr. John," How right he was.