Nicholas Mosley

Remembering Raymond

Laughter, bird-watching, jazz and unmatched erudition

A portrait of Raymond Carr as Warden of St Antony’s College, Oxford, by his son Matthew. (c) Anne Carr (Lady Somerset widow); Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation 
issue 25 April 2015

I first heard of Raymond Carr, who wrote for this magazine for more than 40 years, when I was in Italy in the army at the end of the second world war, and I had a letter from my sister in London saying that she had met the most marvellous man who was not only very funny but immensely clever, and I must meet him when I got back. By the time I did, Raymond had moved from being a wartime schoolmaster at Wellington College to a being a resident fellow of All Souls, Oxford. He was, yes, both immensely funny and rather grand.

Raymond Carr had been educated at Brockenhurst school, and then in 1941 won a history scholarship to Christ Church, Oxford, having continued his education (as he used to put it) by teaching himself the clarinet and supporting himself by performing in a jazz band. In the 1930s he was an ardent pacifist; then, in the war, he tried to join the army but was rejected on grounds of bad health.

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