I found this a delightful memoir right from the first page where Walter tells of his determination, when he was only 13, to become a foreign correspondent. Clearly he had what it takes: from that moment he kept diaries and wrote letters to his parents from Paris, Oxford University and his army service in the Malayan jungle.
Walter wrote for the Guardian from Nigeria, Israel, India and France. What I liked best is that he doesn't show off: he admits his faults - and even a disaster or two like turning up stoned for interview with Israel's famous one-eyed General Dayan: he had inadvertantly eaten hash cakes. Covering the Nigerian civil war he finished up in a
I also liked the way he brings in his game-for-adventure wife Dorothy who bred horses in France, where they lived successively in three chateaux, and their five children who shared in the fun.
Back home, he finished up as the Guardian's religious affairs correspondent. He visited a sex cult in Leicestershire and he held debates with readers about whether faith needs miracles.
Schwarz calls himself a lucky boy because his Dad took his Jewish family out of Austria to Britain when he was seven just before Hitler marched in. He tells how he grew up during the war feeling more patriotic than the native British, with Winston Churchill as his hero.