I bought this book to read as a tribute to the Great City I visited one day on, precisely, 5th July 1997, it's like a dream to me then, finally I decided to walk alone to visit Dr Johnson's House at 17 Gough Square, off Fleet Street. So this book's title and the author's surname interested me at first sight. The book's theme is simple: it focuses on "the people who made the city that made the world" as appeared under its title. In fact, of all its 19 themes, two being the constructed things (London Bridge and The Midland Grand Hotel) and seventeen being the people (Boudica, Hadrian, Alfred the Great ... Keith Richards). I thought this should be worth reading to find out something I'd never read/known before.
I soon found this book readable due to its large fonts and the author's writing style tinged with his sense of humour, therefore, his readers should know something new as related to any theme in which they're interested. For instance:
1) LONDON BRIDGE: The river was about four times wider than it is today, and much slower -- but there was scarcely a coracle to be seen on the Thames. When the time came for Christ to preach his ministry in Galilee there were certainly a few proto-Britons living in a state of undress and illiteracy. But there were no Londoners. There was no big or lasting habitation on the site of the modern city, because there was no possibility of a settlement -- not without that vital peice of transport infrastructure I use every day.
By my calculation, today's London Bridge must be the twelfth or thirteenth incarnation of a structure that has been repeatedly bashed, broken, burned or bombed. ... (p. xii)
2) HADRIAN: Clonk. They were rebuilding London Bridge in 1834 when workmen hit something on the bed of the river. It was green and slimy, but after they had got the mud off they could see it was a fine Roman head, 43 centimetres high and slightly over life-size.
It was an emperor, with a long straight nose and a slight frown and -- aha -- a beard and well-trimmed moustache. he wasn't as fleshy as Nero, and the beard was less bushy than Marcus Aurelius. It was a delicate sort of beard. It belonged to a Hellenophile aesthete and intellectual, one of the greatest administrators the world has ever seen. ... (p. 9)
3) SAMUEL JOHNSON: ... Woe betide him if there was a task he had failed to complete, because his conscience would be on at him -- clicking its tongue and tapping its foot -- until the job was finally done. If you want a single episode that sums up the guilty compulsions of Samuel Johnson, think of how he had once failed as a young man to go to Uttoxeter to do an errand for his father, and how fifty years later he went to expiate the omission, and stood bare-headed in the rain before the spot where his father had had his stall. ... (p. 137)
etc.
I'm sure we can enjoy reading nearly all of them and find these episodes new, informative and interesting in any theme we prefer. As for me, I'd like to confess I've known a little on these themes: Mellitus, Richard Whittington, Lionel Rothschild, Mary Seacole, WT Stead, Keith Richards and the Midland Grand Hotel. However, I kept reading all of them and thus knew more. I also wondered why Sir Cliff Richard, one of the great British pop singers some 50 years ago while Elvis Presley his contemporary crooned famously in the USA, has not been included in the list.
That's it, my friends. Get a copy and enjoy!