I would only quite like to read Cherie Blair’s 2008 memoir but I haven’t. I wait for a biography of a Prime Minister’s wife (beginning with C) and then two come along.
I have ordered as a Christmas present to me Clarissa: Muse to Power, the Untold Story of Clarissa Eden by Hugo Vickers. Hugo, should you read this, please make the title pithier. How about “Clarissa Eden: A River, not a Canal” ? In case you don’t get it, there is a river Eden. In the right conditions the lower waters are excellent to fish for salmon and sea trout. I am looking forward to Hugo’s irreverent, unrestrained by his popularity with women of rank, and gossipy approach to biography. I wonder if he remembers Lady Eden’s old fashioned penchant for the consumption of fish? The only eating irons provided were two forks provoking consternation among her guests born in the second half of the last century and without such an aristocratic pedigree.
The second Big C (gosh, that brings back memories, the brothel in Belize in 1973) is First Lady: The Life and Wars of Clementine Churchill. Another Christmas present from me to me.
(to be continued)
What about Carrie?