If you like me love history and find it difficult to pass a country house, church or historic town without stopping for look, then let me introduce you to a little known gem of a book which takes a witty and gently satirical look at the world of the country house guide book and aristocratic family history. In short let me introduce to that delightful country town Draynflete. This perfect example of the English country town is one of the jewels of Sussex. Its prominent families, the Ffidgets, thew Tipples and the Courantsdairs, were recorded by some of the great artists of the day (we have a Lely, a Gainsborough, a Reynolds and many more).
In fact the whole thing is a marvellous feat of pastiche and imagination by the writer and illustrator Osbert Lancaster. The extraordinary comic gallery of characters which Lancaster has created will bring a smile to any reader. All the more so because of the acute historical knowledge which underpins the whole book. The pastiche is so effective because it is so close to reality.
There are three sections to the book. The Saracen's Head is a comic account of the escapades of young William de Littlehampton whilst on the Third Crusade. The second is a wonderful spoof local history of the fictional town of Draynflete. The final part of the book is a wittily illustrated guide to the Bequest to the nation of the Littlehampton family portraits. Here as in Draynflete revealed Lancaster is free to execute the wittiest of parodies of artists fron Cranach the Elder through to Hockney. These delightful illustrations and the brief pen portraits and potted histories of the amusingly grotesques from the fictional aristocratic family of Courantsdair are guaranteed to amuse all but the most pedantic of bores.
I genuinely believe these three little gems to be among the wittiest books I have read and I come back to them time and time again. So give yourtself an early birthday present and make the acquaintance of that sporting squire Sir Hercules Ffidget who lost the affection of his wife by kennelling twenbty or more hounds in the marital bedroom or that exquisite aesthete Casimir de Vere-Tipple who "for private reasons" had to reside abroad after 1895.