The challenge of running a major publishing empire came late in life to (Sir) Harold Evans but he has tackled it with the same bravura, the same principles and the same sure-footed instincts that carried him from his upbringing as the son of a Manchester railwayman to become one of the most brilliant newspaper editors of his generation. My Paper Chase tells that story with the clarity and intelligence of his best editorials.
Evans missed out on grammar school but still made his way to university. Determined on a career in journalism, he took the classic route through provincial sub-editing of flower show copy to the editor's chair at the Sunday Times during fourteen years of fearless reporting and trail-blazing campaigning. Moving on to the editorship of The Times itself, he crossed principles with Rupert Murdoch, resigned on live television and moved to a new career in the United States. Just as there seems not to have been an uneventful day in his life, so there is barely a dull page in this riveting memoir. The anecdotes are absorbing but no more than the perceptions of the moral obligations that devolve upon the aspiring journalist, from humble sub to editor in chief.
Now aged eighty-two, having lived through - and helped shape - a golden age of newspapers, now merging and seeking accommodation with the electronic world, Harold Evans might be expected to free-wheeling through retirement on Long Island with his second wife, Tina Brown. That impression will not be uppermost in the reader's mind after five hundred hugely enjoyable pages.