Slightly Foxed brings back forgotten voices through its Slightly Foxed and Plain Foxed Editions, a series of beautifully produced little pocket hardback reissues of classic memoirs, all of them absorbing and highly individual. To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. He said he was inspired by the work of Marcel Proust, saying, "A few pages of Proust have made me wonder whether insignificant episodes aren't the most significant". The one interesting point about that criticism is that two of the great early Modernists Eliot and Pound, did not fight.

An uncommonly handsome set of Sassoon's celebrated World War I trilogy, one of the great classics of English literature (Fox-Hunting Man was awarded both the Hawthornden Prize and the James Tait Black Prize). I knew Sassoon as a war poet, of course, but this book showed me a completely new side to him – dry, witty, full of a kind of naïve and faux-pompous enthusiasm that allows for some admirable characterisations – of hens (‘the providers of that universally respected object, the egg’), for instance, or a local churchwarden (‘his impressive demeanour led us to suppose that, if he was not yet on hat-raising terms with the Almighty, he at any moment expected to be’). No book on this subject has ever quite touched me in the same way, probably because I knew these characters were based on real people. In response, Sassoon's name was added to the title page halfway through the printing of the second impression, and he was credited in the two works that followed. Hyde Park is a London park, one corner of which became established as a location for political and religious speakers].This novel is a fictionalised account of Sassoon's experiences during and immediately following the First World War; it was an instant success, eclipsing his earlier work, Memoirs of a Fox-Hunting Man, and remains a literary classic of the period.

Instead we just have an uneasy sense that everything we read about has somehow been lost, and this gave the detailed explanations of fox hunting an interest that they wouldn't otherwise have had for me. Men under his charge die instantly and largely without comment, or quietly suffer a life of indignity and squalor in the name of a country whose concerns and existence seem more than a world away.A patriotic man, he enlisted on 3rd August, the day before Britain entered the war, as a trooper in the Sussex Yeomanry.