The Young Enchanted

London in the first summer after the war: a young man comes down from the north with a scarlet feather in his hat and a certainty that life is about to begin, and the city obliges him unevenly. Hugh Walpole was at the height of his fame when he wrote it and put his own literary London into it barely disguised. The enchantment of the title is real and so is the hangover. Fifty-five plates of Victorian and Edwardian portraiture, among them faces by Edward Burne-Jones and Frederic Leighton, give the novel's London its gallery of remembered faces.