Having read Simon Winchester's account of 'The Surgeon of Crowthorne' who worked with James Murray during the creation of the OED, I was tempted by Winchester's recommendation of this book.
Jenny McMorris doesn't quite have Winchester's lively style (she is, after all, an archivist, not a journalist), but, once she gets into her stride, she tells a very human story of an unassuming man, Henry Watson Fowler, and his working relationship with the sometimes exploitative academic establishment at the Oxford University Press.
To the many people like me who used the Pocket Dictionary ("The dumpy little book", Watson calls it) at school, moved on to the Concise, and still turn to 'Modern English Usage', there is an inherent fascination in following the slow, painstaking process of their authorship.
But, in addition, there are humbling descriptions, specific to their time, of life as a schoolmaster at Sedburgh, the impact of personal sickness and tragedy on Fowler's working routines, the total disruption caused by the War, and the author's self-denying tendency to regard even the most modest payments for his work (no royalties were given) as being more than he deserved.
In short, as well as providing an enjoyable account of a lexicographer/grammarian plying his trade, the book makes a modest but worthwhile contribution to the social history of middle England in the first part of the last century. McMorris is punctilious in her use of the OUP's own records, and actively draws on archival material from elsewhere.
I think that HWF would have approved. Indeed, I think he would have been as pleased as Punch - though he might not have shown it.