This is a lovely, unpretentious memoir of the day-to-day affairs of a London gallery during the incredible years of WWII and just after. That was a time that all of the old customs of the art trade were in upheaval and Lillian Browse, as a fairly conservative art dealer, was in the thick of it. She doesn't screw around with a lot of egotistical nonsense. She just describes what she saw and did.
I learned a great deal about the basic culture and techniques of the art trade, and I recommend that anyone who is either an artist or an art lover should read this book to get the same benefit.
I am teapotdee, an artist and art dealer. Not allowed to post where, so you guess, ok? ;)