My Early Life. Winston Churchill

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Victorian society? Civilised? I wonder why I thought that. Even if you don't know much about Victorian England, you're going to know that the rich lived well and the poor very badly indeed, so compared to early 21st Century society, it clearly wasn't all that civilised. The word has two meanings though: it relates to class as well as to income, and as class (when it works) is very often a short cut term used to indicate the possession of knowledge, judgement, trustworthiness, the right stuff, its dismantling in favour of social equality, though it removes much that is unfair, also poses questions. What is the right stuff? Who should run the country? Once the short cuts are gone, it becomes necessary to measure everything (via general elections, school exams, government targets), and spontaneity is gone. Adventure uncategorisable. It wasn't always this way. At 360 pages, My Early Life is one of Winston Churchill's shortest books, and (because of this?) one of the most fondly thought of. The Second World War runs to six volumes of around a thousand pages each. Roy Jenkins' biography describes him at work on his literary enterprises: feeding voraciously on the raw material unearthed by a small team of researchers, he would dictate, standing, pacing, smoking a cigar. In that book there's a picture of him correcting proofs standing up: they are laid out on a lectern-like construction, at which he can read without stooping. The impression one has is of industry, vigour, the marshalling of information (by a team) and the spinning of a web from the resulting materials (by Churchill himself). There is no room in this process for subtlety, finesse (hardly even for revision) to creep in. Over the course of My Early Life this is not a problem. One does not come to Winston Churchill for literary elegance. He can certainly write, but the brush strokes are always broad: the
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