Wilson's 2014 biography of Victoria was flabby and dull. Written a quarter of a century earlier, his Hilaire Belloc is the work of a biographer in top form. Wilson's enthusiasm and energy come through on every page, and Belloc's outsized personality is vividly evoked, with all its peculiarities, orneriness, and unexpected sweetness.
Wilson would have had to work hard to find a more politically incorrect subject, since pretty much everything Belloc prized is now derided or despised: dogmatic Catholicism, European culture, monarchy, etc. What amazes me is Wilson's willingness to take Belloc's views and what would now be called his "conspiracy theories" seriously, although I'm pretty sure his own attitudes are the polar opposite of his subject's. And even more surprisingly, he manages to find points of merit in even the most unfashionable of Belloc's notions. Biographical generosity on such a scale is pretty much extinct in our present Golden Age of the Scold.
Belloc's literary output was vast, and is now largely in the hands of print-on-demand "publishers", but Wilson doesn't leave you wanting to rush out and read his books. Clearly Belloc was one of those people who needed to be experienced first hand, and by his own admission most of his published writings were hacked out in order to pay for family expenses, champagne and travel. Nevertheless, while focusing on Belloc's wild personality and controversies, Wilson does a neat job of sustaining a thread of interest in his publications, noting which are the few good ones, and why. Belloc's reputation might be greater today had he lucked into a Boswell, to record his everyday pronouncements and savage wit.
In short, a completely enjoyable book, and a testament both to Wilson's skill and his sense of fair play. I am now seeking out other books by him, while avoiding the more recent ones, lest they share the torpor of his Victoria.