Philip Hoare

Where did the joke end?

Lord Berners, by Peter Dickinson<br /> <br type="_moz" />

issue 22 November 2008

Lord Berners, by Peter Dickinson

Lord Berners spent his life with his reputation preceding him.  Lovingly fictionalised as ‘Lord Merlin’, he of the multicolour dyed pigeons in Nancy Mitford’s The Pursuit of Love and Love in a Cold Climate, less sympathetically rendered as ‘Titty’ in Harold Nicolson’s Some People, Sir Gerald Hugh Tyrwitt-Wilson, 14th Baron Berners (1883-1950), suffered forever from a status imposed from outside.

As a composer, painter, novelist, poet and parodist, Berners’s dilemma was diagnosed accurately by Harold Acton: ‘Had he been less versatile he would have been less charming but more profound’. Berners himself blamed his social life, claiming his music would have been taken more seriously had he accepted fewer invitations to lunch (one of which came from Adolf Hitler). The fact that Berners wore a mask when riding in his Rolls Royce, blew bubbles in restaurants and would affect a bout of scarlet fever to keep a railway carriage to himself hardly helped.

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