A hilarious, honest little book about dishonesty ... John Harris's forty-six potted adventures are addictive. If the death of James Lees-Milne appeared to end a chronicle of golden nostalgia, then John Harris has taken up the baton by showing us the wicked silver realties behind it all. (Timothy Mowl, Times Literary Supplement
The picture of a maverick which emerges from this book is ever more strongly drawn ... Harris writes nostalgically on the romance of ruins, and compellingly on the thrill of "Pevsner-bashing", the discovery of countless architectural gems, around the corner, over the hill, or behind locked gates, through a combination of insatiable curiosity, creative map-reading and a willingness to trespass. (Ruth Guilding, The Spectator
Above all this is a gallery of exotic and strange characters form the world of antique dealing and art collecting - to be set alongside the best anthologies of grand British eccentrics. (Marcus Binney, The Times
Praise for NO VOICE FROM THE HALL:
'Bids fair to become a cult book'
(John Carey, Sunday Times
An intensely romantic, poignant, angry, freguently hilarious and hauntingly illustrated memoir (Hugh Massingbird
The best non-fiction book I have read this year (Ursula Buchan, The Spectator
John Harris journeys further afield in the second volume of his delightful memoirs of snooping through country houses and more.