This was fascinating and certainly disturbing how a child can be brainwashed with such extreme views from an early age. I found myself wishing the writer would get away from these awful people and obviously eventually he did. The other interesting part is that this book clearly upset someone as there is a 1 star review on Goodreads from someone whose only ever book on his shelves was this one. The fact he felt he needed to set up an account just to rubbish this book did make me think it was someone mentioned in the memoirs
A stark and moving account of growing up in post-World War II London in a family fanatically devoted to the deceitful demagogue Oswald Mosley and his rag-tag band of bigoted neo-fascists--a devotion that first created in Grundy stubborn illusion, then baffling disillusion and ultimately, profound regret. Many in contemporary America can learn a valuable lesson from Grundy's sorry life and the destructive lies of Oswald Mosley and those like him.
What a short memory Trevor has, when he returned from Africa he was skint and contacted his former UM friends, at that time he was making pro-Mosley nosies i.e “I’ll raise a glass to OM on his birthday”. However, now hard-up Trevor thought he’d capitalise on his Mosley connection, if this meant rubbishing his parents he didn’t care. So he concocted this story, a mixture of lies and half truths.