I have been reading, as promised, the first book of the Cazalet Chronicles by Elizabeth Jane Howard. If you haven’t read it, it’s terrific, I really recommend it. I especially like how accurately and sympathetically Howard renders children, their inner thoughts and feelings. I also enjoy with almost a physical lust sensation all the housekeeping detail. “Mrs Cripps poached the salmon, made a mayonnaise, two Victoria Sponges and a pint of custard…” etc. The Second World War does come along, alas, at the end of this first book but I trust Howard to cast a rosy gloss over it, the same way she does with everything else.
Porcelain is a memoir by the DJ Moby and it is surprisingly brilliant, honest and very funny. You don’t have to like his – or any – music to enjoy it.