I admit it...I have complete and utter Mitford mania. Not only have I read almost all of Nancy Mitford's novels, I've also read her biography of Madame Du Pompadour and books of Mitford letters, as well as numerous biographies. And yes, people will be snooty. Certain 'literary' acquaintances have raised eyebrows at my love of 'Love In A Cold Climate' and 'The Pursuit of Love'. But really, they're awesome. Witty, glamourous and romantic. That's not even taking into account the fascinating lives of the Mitford sisters themselves. I'd probably count a Mitford biography as essential reading for anyone with any interest in, not just, modern British history, but fashion and politics too. They fully represent the spectrum of society in those times and the ways in which politics and chance can create such vast differences in peoples lives. But away from lofty investigations of the social strata of the thirties and the hidden ways of the fading aristocracy, there is no better form of escapism than a Mitford book.
Just Don't Tell Alfred I said so...
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