James Lees-Milne, like that other revered diarist from the mid-twentieth-century, Harold Nicolson (who was his friend), has come to be viewed as, if not one of the greatest British diarists of all times, then, certainly, as one of the wittiest and most entertaining. Unlike, Nicolson, though, Lees-Milne lived into the 'nineties. This volume is the reprint of his first diaries and is full to bursting with colorful anecdotes. Here's a sample: "Lord Esher is restless during weekends. Likes to talk. Never reads. Nevertheless is bubbling with fun and jokes; counting the cakes on the tea-table and calculating how many he may eat, and then gorging. Never walks a yard, saying we should hold Sir Edgar Bonham Carter, who was a rugger blue and is now a cripple, as a warning not on any account to take exercise. Says he would rather remain in England and be atom-bombed into a jelly than emigrate to the colonies, blaze trails through the bushvelt and be eaten by scorpions."
Now some of you may wonder how you missed seeing the publication of this book. Simple. You live in the literary backwater of the United States and no publisher chose to pick it up. If you had bought it from amazon.uk you would have been in luck. I highly recommend checking out amazon's sister website across the pond. There's a number of great books featured there, like this one, which are simply not available in the United States.