Letting The Big Lie Fizzle
One of things I inherited when my dad died was his six-volume set of Churchill’s The Second World War. It was one of Dad’s most prized possessions; I can remember him sitting in his rocker devouring the pages.
I can’t say I’ve made it through all six volumes, and I can’t say that all of Churchill’s biases have survived the last 70 years, but the books are imminently readable and thoroughly fascinating. Not to mention enjoyable. To get an on-the-ground view of history from one of the architects of that history is a massive gift. Plus, Churchill is an incredible writer.