I finally finished reading Bolter’s Grand-daughter, by Angela Culme-Seymour, originally bought because I enjoyed The Bolter: Idina Sackville, the Woman Who Scandalised 1920’s Society and Became White Mischief’s Infamous Seductress so much, what with it’s tales of debauchery in colonial Kenya. I’ve been interested in anything to do with the history of colonial Kenya for some time now, ever since we had lunch in the Aberdare Country Club on our travels to Zomba in the mid 80s.
There’s a certain amount of infidelity described in Bolter’s Grand-daughter. The book was written by someone from my parent’s generation. In some of the early photos, Culme-Seymour, who for a while through marriage was Lady Kinross, looks a bit like a young Diane Keaton. In another photo, there’s a profile of her second (I think) husband, the bon viveur Johnny Churchill, nephew of Winston, and you can certainly see the familiar Churchill likeness, even in a completely different form. I can’t bring myself to read Johnny Churchill’s own memoirs Crowded Canvas, after reading in his obit that Johnny was like ‘some amiable dog taking a country ramble with no particular object in view, sniffing down the byways of his path, and pausing for an occasional roll in the dirt’, but that description could almost also describe Angela Culme-Seymour.