ELIZABETH JANE HOWARD who died on January 2—‘Jane’ to all who knew her—was an English writer of great originality and honesty. Only at the end of her long life did she receive the recognition she deserved. “I feel like I’ve been playing second fiddle my whole life,” she told me a few weeks before her death. “Now I’m playing first violin and I quite like it.”
Book Review: The Letters of Noel Coward edited by Barry Day
NOEL Coward was far and away the most successful dramatist of his day. He dominated the English-speaking stage on both sides of the Atlantic. Aged only 24 he became a star virtually overnight with the production of his 1923 play The Vortex – a work which characteristically he wrote, directed, and starred in – and he continued to excite and dazzle audiences for most of the following quarter century with works that earned him the reputation of being the most versatile (and best paid) author of his time.
THE announcement that the BBC World Service is moving from Bush House, its home of seven decades, is news that will give quite a few journalists a stab of career nostalgia. My memories of years of working in ‘Bush’ are a brew of tedium, excitement, live-broadcast terror, all underwritten by the ever-present awareness that any day might include meeting some of the most interesting people in the world.