I was very keen to buy this book as soon as it came out - I received it on publication day, in fact. I wanted to find out more about the person behind the marvellous diaries.
It was well written, but I'm not sure that I liked the constant references to Frances's own memories of events, which were presented in a somewhat reverential way, as if her memories must be the true version of what happened. I felt that the shadow of Frances hung over the book, making sure that nothing too emotionally revealing came out.
The book did give me further insight into the tangled web of the Lytton/Carrington/Ralph Partridge/Frances Marshall set-up, but I am none-the-wiser about Frances's reasons for becoming entangled in such a set-up, as I am none-the-wiser about Frances's emotional life, which was, after all, rather strange.
Frances came across on-the-whole as a rather cold fish, and I am still horrified by the account of her sending for Harrods funeral department when her son Burgo died.
The book gives an interesting view of the later members of 'Bloomsbury', and topics such as the relationship between Gerald Brenan and Ralph Partridge, but at the end of the day Frances Partridge just isn't all that interesting in her own right. She was an early female Cambridge graduate who got sucked into the later Bloomsbury world, and the interest lies mainly in the people she mixed with. The domestic details of her family life with Ralph and their son, Burgo, were the closest that I felt I got to the real person.
I enjoyed the book, but I did 'skip' some of the long lists of friends who were entertained by Frances and Ralph.
I enjoyed the bits that were about Carrington, Lytton Strachey and Ralph Partridge much more than the later parts of the book which chronicled Frances's life after Burgo died.
I would recommend it as an account of the later 'Bloomsberries' from a slightly different perspective.