Dirk Bogarde's childhood memoir recalls an untrammelled existence growing up in the Sussex countryside of the inter-war years. Bogarde writes about the English landscape with great affection and his recollections of childhood will no doubt strike a chord with anyone who enjoyed a rural childhood or at least was able to fill their time with harmless wandering. What will future memoir writers be able to write about their formative years? 'I stayed in all day on my Playstation,' perhaps. I'm being cynical but the book reminds us of what a marvellous resource the countryside can be for the young mind.
The adolescent Bogarde is sent away to a technical school in Scotland; an experience which proves to be both unhappy and traumatic. He then manages to return to his native Sussex where he gains his first acting role and the uncertain young man has-at last-found his direction. At this point, however, the darkening European situation intrudes: Bogarde makes it to The Old Vic in the same week that war breaks out and his increasingly successful life as a jobbing actor (alongside the young Peter Ustinov) is soon curtailed by military service. But we hear nothing more of Bogarde's army life as at the end of the book the narrative jumps 20 or so years and we meet Bogarde again as a famous actor in Hollywood. Bogarde writes well throughout and had he not made it as an actor there is ample evidence of enough literary talent in this book for him to have made a decent professional writer.