I read his autobiography, Will this Do?, and found the tone odd. Up till about 1970 (or perhaps till is father died), there was a dispirited tone, as if everything interesting had already happened, and he had inherited a washed-out world. At some point after that the tone picked up and became zestful, but the zest seemed to be for trivialities and petty triumphs.
And I was deeply shocked by one thing, namely his pride in having discovered and assisted Tina Brown. No doubt Vanity Fair would have been comparably awful without her, but I associate her with a tone as of fingernails down the blackboard.
I read his autobiography, Will this Do?, and found the tone odd. Up till about 1970 (or perhaps till is father died), there was a dispirited tone, as if everything interesting had already happened, and he had inherited a washed-out world. At some point after that the tone picked up and became zestful, but the zest seemed to be for trivialities and petty triumphs.
ReplyDeleteAnd I was deeply shocked by one thing, namely his pride in having discovered and assisted Tina Brown. No doubt Vanity Fair would have been comparably awful without her, but I associate her with a tone as of fingernails down the blackboard.