Memoirs of an Unjust Fella

Memoirs of an Unjust Fella, first published in 1980, is the autobiography of James Maude Richards (1907-1992): a personal account from the heart of the twentieth century's high controversies over modern architecture.

'The anonymity of a Times byline - 'Our Architectural Correspondent' - was, in some ways, the crowning achievement of [J.M. Richards'] public career. It made him the connection between architecture and the Establishment, a role for which he was peculiarly well fitted by background (Anglo-Irish, Church, Army and some land), training (Architectural Association School, plus practice in London, Ireland and North America) and professional experience as the editor of the Architectural Review on and off since 1935. And he knew absolutely everybody... Among the illustrations to Unjust Fella, there is a group photograph of the entire Modern Movement in architecture (the lot, bar Frank Lloyd Wright and Mies van der Rohe), and there's Jim, modestly in the back row but practically in the middle.'
Reyner Banham, London Review of Books

Auteur

J. M. Richards

Résumé
Memoirs of an Unjust Fella, first published in 1980, is the autobiography of James Maude Richards (1907-1992): a personal account from the heart of the twentieth century's high controversies over modern architecture. 'The anonymity of a Times byline - 'Our Architectural Correspondent' - was, in some ways, the crowning achievement of [J.M. Richards'] public career. It made him the connection between architecture and the Establishment, a role for which he was peculiarly well fitted by background (Anglo-Irish, Church, Army and some land), training (Architectural Association School, plus practice in London, Ireland and North America) and professional experience as the editor of the Architectural Review on and off since 1935. And he knew absolutely everybody... Among the illustrations to Unjust Fella, there is a group photograph of the entire Modern Movement in architecture (the lot, bar Frank Lloyd Wright and Mies van der Rohe), and there's Jim, modestly in the back row but practically in the middle.' Reyner Banham, London Review of Books