Interesting read as the author tries to recreate his aunt's life beginning before WWII through the end of her life. While there were people to talk with and diaries left that explain the time before the war and the time after the war, there were few sources available to reconstruct accurately her life in Paris during the war. As Mr. Shakespeare would be researching one thing he often stumbled into pieces of his aunt's life during his research. Most of the people who had been with his aunt were either dead, or like her, unwilling to talk about their experiences. I learned a lot. It is worth reading as it is the experience of an ordinary person, not a celebrity. ( )

A remarkable biography, in the way the author has found, researched and interpreted the life and times of a family member, his aunt Priscilla. In many ways Priscilla is unexceptional and not endearing, yet her life story is full of twists and turns. The danger and stress of life in occupied France, during World War II are well described and who am I to judge the choices Priscilla made to survive and get by. A long lost letter to her step daughter, revealed in the final pages, is full of simple good sense and humanity. Priscilla was a damaged soul even before the war started, yet I am at the end glad to have read this particular book. ( )

A detailed biography of the author's aunt, with facts gathered from her writings, her correspondence, and interviews with friends and family).
I did try to like Priscilla (the girl and the woman, that is), and too feel sympathetic towards her, but she appears to be a rather shallow person without much "oomph", with a lot of physical charm but not much else, apart from a strange taste in men. A failed model, a failed writer... it's hard to know what she was really like: witty? caring? intelligent? But obviously unhappy. Perhaps there is some reticence on the author's part, as he is writing about a member of his family? Or perhaps it was Priscilla herself, who kept her feelings to herself?

On the positive side, the background is interesting; I had never given thought to what it would be like to be British in France during the Occupation and did not realise they were sent to camps such as the one in Besançon. I also liked the inclusion of photographs in the text - in the right place, too, though for quality they would have been better on glossy paper.

On a different note, and taking up something I read in another review, I wish that authors who litter their texts with foreign words would get them checked before publishing, or that the editors would do their job properly. Here there are many French words and expressions, sometimes translated, sometimes not, sometimes mistranslated, sometimes mis-spelled, sometimes put between quotation marks. The kind of thing that brings on an acute fit of Fremdwortrechtschreibfehlerleiden - the pain caused by mis-spellings of foreign word. (Actually I'm not sure that the word really exists but if it doesn't, it should.) The problem being that once I see a mistake, I find myself looking out for more, which distracts me from the narrative. I'm not sure that the author has realised that "mon petit bouchon" is a fairly common endearment in French, like pet or petal in English, and I doubt if Robert thought of Priscilla as a little cork bobbing up and down on her emotions (that one gets translated every time). Why does he say Besançon means House of Light when the word is derived from the Latin Vesontius which has something to do with mountains? There are mistakes in the English, too - little typos, and somewhere there is a horrifying her's. And the neat French handwriting on the label of the dossier on p. 238 is certainly not Gothic script.
But I'm dwelling too much on little faults, no matter how much they annoy me.

On the whole, an interesting documentary work but which failed to arouse any passions. ( )

First impression is that Priscilla is a story of the banal. Everyday life for Priscilla, her parents and friends in pre WW2 England and France potters along in great but unexciting detail.
Somewhere in the latter half of the account, perceptions changed for me. Now I was reading and learning about France under German Occupation. Strangely, plodding and detailed though the writing remains, a clear picture emerges. Terrible things are happening to people, crimes, civil and War , occur as part of daily life. It seems aspects of this history have yet to be openly explored in France and her neighbours. Priscilla is a unique look at one person's life, and the lives of those around her.
It is expressed in a very unusual style - keenly involved, but with the detachment necessary for this to be a work exploring our human frailties in a powerful way. ( )

Nicholas Shakepeare was right, his aunt Priscilla should have written her memoirs. His search to discover who she really was is interesting, but ultimately frustrating. ( )