Geordie Greig

Grandees Under Fire

Beneath A Waning Moon: Diaries, 1985-1987

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A GOOD DIARIST constructs a series of information time bombs, set to detonate long after the events he describes have taken place. And, in a gentle sort of way, that is just what James Lees-Milne has done. There are no smoking guns to bring down a government but there will definitely be a few intakes of breath in certain grandees’ drawing rooms. Princess Michael of Kent, for instance, would never have expected her blunt declaration that the English are the stupidest nation in Europe to be given an airing more than fifteen years after she uttered it. Nor would any of the Duke of Beaufort’s children expect to be labelled a philistine or, in the case of the Duke’s daughter-in-law, a downright loony. Lees..:Milne’s diaries are filled with endless little barbs and e:l\.’Pressions of bitterness like these which act as social hand grenades, not exactly Exocets of investigative journalism but certainly enough to keep the reader hooked. David Frost is berated as a second-rate man whose speech at a Foyle’s lunch almost made Lees~Milne, an intolerant old queen at the best of times, want to cry with boredom. Lindy Dufferin, he opines, has a mouth like that of Madame Cyn, the Streatham brothel keeper. And so it goes on, although with the occasional nugget of praise: Mick Jagger has beautiful hands (his music is too violent though); Jamie Ferguson, the Obits editor of the Indepe11de11t and a cousin of Lees-Milne’s, is ‘clever and civilised’, but then comes the barb – the rest of the diarist’s family are mostly ‘ utter barbarians and bore me stiff’. Ouch! But then that is what the reader wants. Published diaries must be full of malice, mischief and mad moments of indiscretion. Lees-Milne delivers on all counts, even when the subject is himself. He writes about his rather weird platonic love affair with Michael Bloch, his literary executor and the editor of these diaries, and about the guilt-ridden intimacies of his marriage.

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