As Berry And I Were Saying
Reprinted four times in three months when first published, this semi-autobiographical novel is a humorous account of the authors hazardous experiences in France, at the end of the World War II. Darker and less frivolous than some of Yates earlier books, he describes it as really my own memoir put into the mouths of Berry and Boy, and at the time of publication it already had a nostalgic feel. A great hit with the public and a scrapbook of the Edwardian age as it was seen by the upper-middle classes.
Mr Yates can be recommended to anyone who thinks the British take themselves too seriously.
Author biography:Dornford Yates Born Cecil William Mercer, into a middle class Victorian family with many skeletons in the closet, including his great-uncle's conviction for embezzlement from a law firm and subsequent suicide, Yates parents somehow scraped enough money together to send him to Harrow.
The son of a solicitor, he qualified as a barrister whilst still finding time to contribute stories to the 'Windsor Magazine'. After the First World War, however, he gave up legal work in favour of writing full time. It had become his great passion, and he went on to complete some thirty books. These ranged from light-hearted farce to adventure thrillers.
The 'Berry' series established Yates reputation as a writer of witty, upper-crust romances and he was also very successful with the thriller genre though the character Richard Chandos, who recounts the adventures of Jonah Mansel, a classic gentleman sleuth.
As a consequence of his education and experience, Yates books encompass the genteel life; a nostalgic glimpse at Edwardian decadence and a number of swindling solicitors, and he regularly featured in bestseller lists and was greatly admired by both readers and fellow authors. Along with Sapper and John Buchan, Yates dominated the adventure book market of the inter-war years. Indeed, Berry is one of the great comic creations of twentieth century fiction; and the Chandos titles were later successfully adapted for television.
Eventually finding the English climate utterly unbearable, Yates chose to live in the French Pyrenees for eighteen years, before moving on to Rhodesia, as it then was, where he died in 1960.