Not an amazing book but an interesting look into what it was like for one man to grow up in a ridiculously wealthy and privileged family. Readers interested in the British nobility will pore over this book with much fascination, as the author discusses his privileged life as the grandson of Lady Baillie, an extremely wealthy figure of British high society. Russell is quite descriptive - at times shockingly so. The book might have been entitled, with a nod to Russell's grandmother's friend Noël Coward, Poor Little Rich Boy -for who else has had the experience of being brought up in unimaginable luxury while not receiving lavish attention? It was a life of spectacular beauty and privilege, but for a shy boy often lonely and fraught with the fear of breaking some unwritten rule of the Castle Way. It was in the castle's fairytale setting, surrounded by a moat and acres of sprawling grounds, that Anthony spent his childhood in the 1950s.
But Anthony himself has improved upon that legacy, by injecting into it life, human interest and a fascinating insight into the way in which the family used the castle, in a memoir which engages and delights in equal measure. The second half felt rushed. I've read many books about being wealthy, both from the upstairs and the below stairs point of view. Parrots being flown into England in first class! I felt that the publishing company limited the number of pages for the book and he decided to devote most of the pages to his childhood and had to skim over the rest of his life. This precise memoir of growing up in the British upper classes, takes place during a time of great change in society, Vast, privately held estates like Leeds castle owned by Anthony Russell's grandmother Lady Baillie, are becoming a thing of the past due to exorbitant death duties, and by the time he has grown up, the beautiful estate on which he did has been turned over to the national trust as a tourist attraction. What was it like to leave the bubble and move to New York at the age of 24 to pursue your dream of becoming a rock star? Parrots being flown into England in first class! Wealthy Britons are so entertaining to read about.
Anthony Russell, with humor and an acute sensitivity, tells his personal story of growing up rich in a castle among the English aristocracy. Russell recounts his youth vividly and sensitively from the disappointment in not attending Eton his father didn't get in to his first love, the rock and roll music of the sixties. As Anthony reveals in his extraordinarily vivid and frank memoir, such a childhood was perhaps not the best preparation for modern life beyond the castle's walls. But every now and then, he would bring his two older brothers into the story, reminding the reader of them. It is a uniquely vivid and intimate glimpse into a world gone by. And once the author went away to school, there was even less of a description of castle life. Ancestors with glowing titles and extraordinary accomplishments filled the history books, but there would be consequences for being handed everything of a material nature on a plate, with no clear indication of what one might be expected to do with such good fortune.
He was raised at Leeds Castle, Kent, where his childhood was centered on the feudal world of his very rich grandmother, Lady Baillie, with occasional excursions to the much less grand castle of his other grandmother, Lady Ampthill, in Ireland. Wealthy Britons are so entertaining to read about. And who, if he had that experience, would be capable of writing about it a little masterpiece like Outrageous Fortune? Really enjoyed about the first half. Fascinating book about an eccentric, wealthy inheritee and how she spent her inheritance, and the resulting fight over her will. Once or twice he mentioned his younger sister.
Parrots being flown into England in first class! I, like many others who pick this up I assume , was interested in the actual caste life, less so about the This is by far the most indulgent and narcissistic autobiography I've ever read. Parrots being flown into England in first class! Nothing was the same again. Parrots being flown into England in first class! I did feel like I had a foot in both camps. Ancestors with glowing titles and extraordinary accomplishments filled the history books, but there would be consequences for being handed everything of a material nature on a plate, with no clear indication of what one might be expected to do with such good fortune. But there were a few who I did get to know quite well as a child and they did have an influence on what I thought about life.
Like Andy Warhol and his people down at The Factory. Anthony Russell gives us a delightful insight into a world of vast wealth and privilege that is about to change forever. Anthony Russell's book is one of the best. Money, and lots of it, appeared to grow on trees, especially those which adorned the Leeds Castle parkland. Ducks being 'launched' down a ramp and into the lake. The book might have been entitled, with a nod to Russell's grandmother's friend Noël Coward, Poor Little Rich Boy --for who else has had the experience of being brought up in unimaginable luxury while not receiving lavish attention? It was in the fairytale setting of Leeds Castle, surrounded by a moat and sprawling grounds, that Anthony spent his childhood. The Cover The cover is sweet with a faded family photograph of Anthony and his brothers in front of Leeds Castle: David on his bike and Anthony leaning on the toy car in which James is sitting.
Money, and lots of it, appeared to grow on trees, especially those which adorned the Leeds Castle parkland. I'd have liked a little bit of a wrap-up, at the end, because he does leave you hanging. He lets the reader see the hardships, which us plebs don't think about when we fantasize about growing up with fantastic wealth in a gorgeous setting. For Russell, growing up with a silver spoon in his mouth, didn't prepare him for life beyond the castle. What did the author do after his three disastrous first attempts at jobs? I wanted us to get a glimpse of a way of life from a bygone era.
Loved how down-to-earth he seems despite the class he grew up in. By the end of the 1960s, the polite reserve of the Castle Way was starting to give way to unconventional music, manners, and social freedom-simultaneously alluring and alarming to a young man who had grown up in splendid isolation in a world that would soon be gone. He refers to the perpetual bachelors, a euphemism for gay, who paid court to his grandmother. And if the other -- the Hon. O utrageous Fortune is an extraordinarily entertaining memoir-touching and at turns very funny and very sad.
I loved every minute of getting to know the highly dysfunctional characters who magically appear at certain times for drinks, drinks and then more drinks. O utrageous Fortune is an extraordinarily entertaining memoir-touching and at turns very funny and very sad. Nothing was the same again. I wanted to read this book after visiting Leeds Castle. Just when you'd think he was getting beyond his childhood, he would revert back to his childhood.