W ho and what exactly am I reviewing here?
Apparently this book is ‘full of insight, revelation, self-examination and hardwon wisdom about the eternal power of love over grief. It purports to be the memoirs of Prince Harry, but it is ghost-written by the Pulitzer-awardwinning writer J R Moehringer, a man well qualified to write about dysfunctional family relationships.
At the end of his own fine memoir, The Tender Bar, Moehringer acknowledges a number of friends who ‘spent hours confirming or correcting my memory, and helping me piece together long-ago conversations’.
In that book, he describes a scene when a ‘bull-necked, swag-bellied’ man in the bar, known as Smelly, came after him, grabbed his neck and all but strangled him: ‘I thought that Smelly might crumple my larynx and permanently damage my voice … He was a cross between Yosemite Sam
