Fans of The Mortdecai Trilogy, The Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery (notwithstanding Craig Brown's wilful sabotage - unforgivable) and All The Tea in China will buy this book. No-one else will buy it and, frankly, why should they? The answer to this question is that newcomers to Kyril Bonfiglioli should read his wife's collage of her late husband's life to leaven the tragic disappointment that his fans will have to bear once they learn of the plans that Kyril Bonfiglioli had for the Hon. Charlie (Bertie and Flashman would have real competition); it is almost too much to bear.
The ABC portion of Margaret Bonfiglioli's book is patchy but worth it for the quotations. The journalistic pieces are interesting. The short stories a little treasure trove. After all, it's there in the prose. The real merit of this book, though, is in the letters. If you are a fan of the novels and you don't know whether to shell out for this book, then do so, flip to the last section and learn more about one of your favourite authors from his correspondence. Family, publisher (very funny) and, as the coup de grace, Michael Powell (I think I'll refer to him as "Mike" in the future, too). There's a lovely passage in the correspondence with Michael Powell where Kyril Bonfiglioli asks whether the project that they are to work on together is to be "commercial" or "arty" and Powell responds to this question with as perfect an answer as could be imagined. But you know that Bonfiglioli has eked this out of Powell by playing the acolyte. Powell, you know, too, responds as a modest mentor should. The letters certainly look toward posterity but who cares. Anyway, I'm preaching to the converted. Buy the book and try to avoid imagining what could have been.