Memoir

Hugh Gordon Porteus was a minor but engaging figure in London’s pre-war bohemia 

“Whenever I crop up in someone’s reminiscences, I find their memory irritatingly fallible”

“Why does a fabulously wealthy heiress marry an impecunious, if upper-crust, rampantly gay chancer who has more than a hint of the gold-digger about him?”

At 84, Frederic Raphael writes with the freshness and vigour of a young man starting out

The memoirs of Cardinal Cormac Murphy O’Connor

Bland, self-serving and naive, Vicky Price’s ‘prison memoir’ contains not a jot of insight or introspection

At times in Levels of Life, Julian Barnes at his dizzying best—it is writing from his informed, proud and devoted heart