One of the great pleasures of Melvyn Bragg’s biography of Richard Burton is the liberal sprinkling from the man’s diaries. Bragg’s book passed between my wife and me for some weeks when it came out, the funnier selections read aloud, and we regretted mightily that the rest of Burton’s own prose was out of reach.
Good news came last year when it was announced that the whole of it would be given to the Swansea University with a view to eventual publication.
Better news now that about a quarter of the whole has been published. This was the stuff we’d been waiting for.*
So basically the fix has been in since 1959. Probably time enough for another look-see. To that end, Mr. Guy’s book gives us a more historically accurate but just as entertaining a rendering of reality.