It would be wrong to call
Beverley Nichols’s memoir of his upbringing,
Father Figure, a tale of unremitting horror - that would be unfair to the moments of wit, humour and insight. Yet the moments of light only serve to create counterpoints for the darkness and cruelty which shadowed and twisted his, and even more his much-adored mother’s, life
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