Sassoon writes autobiography no matter what his subject, so previous books provide background and foreground for this nostalgic looking back to youth, which is distinguished by his elusive charm and a will-o-the-wisp quality that somehow does not crystallize one's picture of the man or his work. As a memorial to a kind of life now gone forever from England, it has immediate value. It is a picture of the author as a youth in his middle twenties, of the county gentry, of sporting incidents, places visited, his first gropings in the world of literature, hopes, disappointments, failures and successes; friends and associates; and the First World War as an ""out"" from his problems. A gentle, whimsical portrait, with humorous, self-revelatory touches. Not important. Not important, but chatty, pleasant human interest bits about the Literary scene.