As much as I loved ‘Kiss Myself Goodbye’ (Bloomsbury), Ferdinand Mount’s brilliant, sad, funny family memoir, the Georgie Mount/Georgie Johnson that emerged from its pages was a tragic, beautiful ruin. I knew another Georgie entirely – for over 40 years. And the one I knew overcame the damage, cruelty and lack of love that characterised her formative years. Here is my impression of the book – and an explanation of where my memories deviate from it. Alternatively, you can click on the photograph below.
Georgie Johnson, West Halkin Street, London, 1970 (Photo: Hugh Donovan)