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By MICHAEL CAINES
If she had the chance, Lady Antonia Fraser, whose title derives from her family's Anglo-Irish inheritance, would throw the hereditary peers out of the House of Lords. She has stories of archival research under the suspicious gaze of two gendarmes, and being advised by royalty to "have a fling" when she goes up to university (to Oxford, that is, where she grew up). She falls gleefully on page 286 of her latest book, to read out a howler that the reviewers have all, so far, missed.
I make that new book, My History: A memoir of growing up, Antonia Fraser's twenty-seventh. As a "prequel" to her memoir about life with Harold Pinter (Must You Go?, written soon after his death), she describes it as a nostalgic exercise – as "fun". . . .