“James Herriot, the quiet, modest Scottish vet who wrote books that became bestsellers all over the world and were turned into two films and a much-loved television sies, died in February 1995 at the age of seventy-eight. He was mourned by millions of fans who had laughed and cried at his delightful stories of life as a vet in North Yorkshire.
Yet Herriot, whose real name was Alf Wight-he borrowed his pen-name from a Birmingham City goalkeeper-did not have his first book published until he was fifty-three, and it was only with his second book, It Shouldn’t Happen to a Vet, that he started to become famous. He always attributed that first success to Graham Lord’s glowing reviews in the Sunday Express in 1972, and indeed wrote to Graham to thank him for giving him the sort of lift he would never forget. His daughter Rosie said that ‘he always remarked later that it was that review which gave him the invaluable first boost.’
Hardcover, with dust jacket. Excellent condition
“James Herriot, the quiet, modest Scottish vet who wrote books that became bestsellers all over the world and were turned into two films and a much-loved television sies, died in February 1995 at the age of seventy-eight. He was mourned by millions of fans who had laughed and cried at his delightful stories of life as a vet in North Yorkshire.
Yet Herriot, whose real name was Alf Wight-he borrowed his pen-name from a Birmingham City goalkeeper-did not have his first book published until he was fifty-three, and it was only with his second book, It Shouldn’t Happen to a Vet, that he started to become famous. He always attributed that first success to Graham Lord’s glowing reviews in the Sunday Express in 1972, and indeed wrote to Graham to thank him for giving him the sort of lift he would never forget. His daughter Rosie said that ‘he always remarked later that it was that review which gave him the invaluable first boost.’
Hardcover, with dust jacket. Excellent condition
