My Dear Hugh: Letters from Richard Cobb to Hugh Trevor-Roper and Others - Couverture rigide

Couverture rigide

ISBN 10 : 0711232407 ISBN 13 : 9780711232402

Editeur : Frances Lincoln, 2011

Synopsis

Richard Cobb was one of the most distinguished British historians of the twentieth century. A professor at Oxford, a multiple prize-winner, author of numerous books and innumerable essays and reviews, he was proudest of all to be described as a Parisian. He was unconventional, anarchic and almost impossibly erudite.
Somehow he managed in the course of a life of apparently unremitting grandeur to write letters. They were scratchy, iconoclastic, funny, indiscreet, vivid, fluent, and occasionally brilliant set-pieces of descriptive or historical reporting. The sight of one of his ill-typed missives in a blue Basildon Bond envelope was always a promise of pleasure, and usually of instruction, frequently an invitation to a feast of scurrilous gossip, and an excuse to put off day-to-day concerns for a while. He wrote about politicians, the royal family, fellow academics and journalists, and, of course, mutual friends.
The complete letters would fill many volumes, but here is a selection of the best, made by Tim Heald, who was taught by Cobb at university, and corresponded with him intermittently for the next thirty years.

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À propos de l'auteur

Tim Heald has worked as a journalist on many newspapers, and has written over thirty books, fiction and non-fiction, including crime novels, and biographies. He lives in Fowey, Cornwall.

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Introduction



Richard Cobb was unusual.



His public reputation makes him seem almost conventional. He was Professor of Modern History at Oxford from 1973 to 1984 before which he was a Fellow of Balliol for 10 years. He was amazingly knowledgeable about France and all things French but most of all about the French Revolution. He wrote several books about this, the first of which was in French and appeared in two volumes as "Les Armees Revolutionnaires". He was also a memoirist of brilliance who wrote several slim autobiographical volumes full of vivid and evocative scenes described in a style which was lucid, entertaining and unique.



The entry in Who's Who records his marriage to Margaret who was a pupil of his at Leeds University and of their five children. It mentions his education at Shrewsbury and Merton where he was a Postmaster. His ten years of research in France are listed together with his early academic career teaching at universities in Aberystwyth, Manchester and Leeds. There are honorary degrees, the Legion d'honneur - he was a chevalier - and a CBE. The publications are impressive and include one book which won the Wolfson History Prize and another which secured him the J.R. Ackerley. His address is given as Worcester College, Oxford where he held a Fellowship from 1973. He died in 1996. It sounds like a worthy, well-lived but essentially rather dull life.



None of this semi-official stuff provides much of a glimpse of the real self - "l'etonnant Cobb" as his many French admirers called him. He was an extraordinary man in many ways and although his qualities as a historian underpinned and bolstered his reputation and his achievements they didn't begin to tell the whole story.



His Frenchness was vital. One of the compliments he most treasured was when a Frenchman described him as "un titi Parisien" which meant, essentially,that he was "one of them". He spent many years in Paris, lodged as a young man in the rackety dixieme district of Paris, later had a flat in the Rue de Tournon and eventually, with Margaret, graduated to a house in Normandy which turned out to be one of several essentially disastrous forays into the property market. His ostensibly English writing was conducted in a curious upmarket franglais in which his mother tongue was liberally aided by French words and phrases. It was a style that was unique to him and perfectly encapsulated a personality which was as nearly bicultural as it is possible for an Englishman to be. And, in many ways, he was by education and background - his book on childhood Tunbridge Wells is an uncomfortable classic - the quintessential Englishman...



8 April 1981



The trip to the States seems to have been a success and at the beginning of April Cobb wrote to thank Wasserstein for his part in it.

'I got into Heathrow after a perfectly comfortable flight, part of it spent watching a film of quite unusual inaneness. England was looking very green, but now it is quite Arctic. I find myself thinking with affection of Brandeis, even of Steinbergers, of Waltham, of the Silver Bullet, and the young man in the cowboy hat who drives the 1.35 from Roberts to Boston…Here everything is boring & predictable.'



On 9 April Cobb wrote to Trevor-Roper



'I greatly enjoyed Brandeis, but Barraclough remained invisible. I really wonder whether he actually exists, as few people there claim to have seen him or even heard him on the phone; on the other hand, he is listed as having an address in Boston. Harvard I did not greatly like, at least the place, Cambridge; every square was crowded with earnest students SITTING DOWN in the dust and protesting about this or that, mostly somewhere called El Salv

Détails de l'édition

• Éditeur: Frances Lincoln
• Date d'édition: 2011
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN 10: 0711232407
• ISBN 13: 9780711232402
• Reliure: Relié
• Numéro d'édition: 1
• Nombre de pages: 240
• Éditeur: Heald Tim
• Coordonnées du fabricant: non disponible
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