Born in Vienna in 1936, David Pryce-Jones is the son of the well-known writer and editor of the Times Literary Supplement Alan Pryce-Jones and Therese “Poppy” Fould-Springer. He grew up in a cosmopolitan mix of industrialists, bankers, soldiers, and playboys on both sides of a family, embodying the fault lines of the title: “not quite Jewish and not quite Christian, not quite Austrian and not quite French or English, not quite heterosexual and not quite homosexual, socially conventional but not quite secure.”Graduating from Magdalen College, Oxford, David Pryce-Jones served as Literary Editor of the Financial Times and the Spectator, a war correspondent for the Daily Telegraph, and Senior Editor of National Review. Fault Lines – a memoir that spans Europe, America, and the Middle East and encompasses figures ranging from Somerset Maugham to Svetlana Stalin to Elie de Rothschild – has the storytelling power of Pryce-Jones’s numerous novels and non-fiction books, and is perceptive and poignant testimony to the fortunes and misfortunes of the present age.
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David Pryce-Jones. Fault Lines
FURTHER PRAISE FOR Fault Lines
Fault Lines. David Pryce-Jones
CONTENTS
The Fould-Springer Family Tree
ONE. A Moment in Austria
TWO. Le Palais Abbatial
THREE. Tivoligasse 71
FOUR. Ménage à Trois
FIVE. Reputed Father
SIX. Here He Is!
SEVEN. Money! Money! Money!
EIGHT. Mr Pryce and Mrs Jones
NINE. The Only Duty
TEN. Storm Clouds
ELEVEN. Adolfo Chamberlini
TWELVE. Exodus
THIRTEEN. Villa to Villa
FOURTEEN. War in Kent
FIFTEEN. Post-Mortem
SIXTEEN. One’s Rothschild Cousins
SEVENTEEN. Radio Toscane
EIGHTEEN. Second to None
NINETEEN. Midnight Mollie
TWENTY. Middle East and Middle West
TWENTY-ONE. Influence?
TWENTY-TWO. Sonia
TWENTY-THREE. A Burnt-Out Fairground
TWENTY-FOUR. Grand Guignol
TWENTY-FIVE. The Last Throw
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
INDEX
A NOTE ON THE TYPE
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The son of a very wealthy and highly assimilated Jewish woman from Central Europe and a famous English literary intellectual whose homosexuality his wife never allowed herself to admit, David Pryce-Jones, now grown into a distinguished literary intellectual in his own right, has an extraordinary story to tell, and he tells it in endlessly fascinating detail.
