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ANCIENT AS THE HILLS

ANCIENT AS THE HILLS

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Rating: 4 stars
Summary: This 6th volume confirms JL-M among century's best diarists
Review: This volume, the sixth of James Lees-Milnes' incomparable diaries, confirms his undeservedly minor reputation as one of the best diarists of the second half of the twentieth century. Covering 1973 and 1974 he records life with his wife Alvilde, both then in their early sixties. Although he had retired from the National Trust and they were based at Alderley Grange, their comfortable house and garden in Gloucestershire, Lees-Milne continues to visit London and a variety of country houses; but now as a friend of the owners (and occasionally as a celebrated expert). Alvilde was a formidable, cultivated, socially gregarious character who widened her husband's already wide circle of smart and aristocratic friends and acquaintances. Ancient family retainers, old neighbours, dukes, duchesses, and members of the Royal Family are encountered and keenly observed. Jeremy Paxman described the early wartime diaries as "suffused with the aroma of decline" but with many of those crumbling houses saved, it is now his friends who are ailing, along with Dutch elms throughout the country, and (in his reactionary eyes) the country itself which he sees as riven by socialism, strikes and IRA bombs. He deplores beards and flares, bad manners and most of all philistines but he manages to do so without appearing especially priggish or prim. His style has been described as "purple-ish mandarin" but the elegant combination of self-irony, detachment, modesty and waspishness (and none of the tact he displayed to his hosts) makes for compelling reading. Like any good diarist he reveals as much of himself as others. His prejudices are predictable and sharply expressed but not unexpected for someone of his class and generation. He regarded political correctness as deceitful and admitted to being an unashamed elitist. In the canon of twentieth century diarists, James Lees-Milne shines brightest. While Sir Henry 'Chips' Channon lustrously captured the glamorous centre of political and aristocratic world of London in the thirties and forties, his conceit and lack of personal candour leave him a somewhat unsympathetic figure. Cecil Beaton's diaries are full of vivid descriptions and fascinating insights into an equally glamorous but wider world than Chips Channon's but again they tend to lack the personal touch. Evelyn Waugh's diaries are brilliantly readable but as they were invariably written at night after he had eaten and drunk well, they lack the sparkle of his letters (which were usually written in the morning). The only other diarist with whom he might be compared is Frances Partridge, the very last of the Bloomsberries. The worlds of these two diarists occasionally intersect but Mrs Partridge's is more confined and, given her sympathetic and tolerant nature, her life and thus her diaries are all too often peopled by bores. James Lees-Milne died in 1997, aged 89, and so his readers can hope for another two decades of diaries to follow Ancient as the Hills. Mark McGinness


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