Christopher Bray

A sublime lyricist, but no letter writer: Cole Porter’s correspondence is sadly wit-free

His collected letters focus on his own and his wife’s bad health — and even include a thank you note for the gift of a ‘sensational’ washing machine

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  • The Letters of Cole Porter

    edited by Cliff Eisen and Dominic McHugh

    Yale, pp. 662, £25

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