'Britons awake! Arise! oh, British lion!' cried Eugenia Malmains in thrilling tones. She stood on an overturned wash-tub on Chalford village green and harangued about a dozen aged yokels. Her straight hair, cut in a fringe, large, pale-blue eyes, dark skin, well proportioned limbs and classical features, combined with a certain fanaticism of gesture to give her the aspect of a modern Joan of Arc.
She was dressed in an ill-fitting grey woollen skirt, no stockings, a pair of threadbare plimsolls, and a jumper made apparently out of a Union Jack. Round her waist was a leather belt to which there was attached a large bright dagger.
from page 7 'Wigs on the Green' by Nancy Mitford
My reaction to 'Wigs on the Green' surprised me. It was one of shock that Nancy Mitford could be so spiteful (although I am aware that she did have this tendency). To me, it appears a childish mode of behaviour towards a sister, in particular; the behaviour of a schoolgirl rather than of an adult. In my mind it became personal, therefore subjective, in that I could never portray my own sisters in my writing, in the manner that Nancy Mitford does; if indeed at all.
These are my personal thoughts, rather than a review of 'Wigs on the Green'.