Nancy Mitford --> reviewed by Robert Messenger -->

Reprinted but once in the seventy-five years since its appearance—and then in a terrible 1970s American mass market paperback—Nancy Mitford’s Wigs on the Green (1935) was for a long time one of the grails of the book collector, a lost gem from the golden age of British comic writing: the age of Wodehouse and Waugh.

Wigs is a satire of something most unfunny: the predilection of parts of the English upper-crust for fascism in the 1930s. The Union of British Fascists isn’t much remembered today, and—as Brooke Allen brilliantly argued in these pages ten years ago—it’s quite possible that its leader, Oswald Mosley, will be best known to future generations as the model for Wodehouse’s Roderick...