If you pick up David Millar's book, you will find it hard to put down. On the one hand it's a kind of detective story, reminiscent of Ferdinand Mount's brilliant Kiss Myself Goodbye. In this case the subject is not an aunt but himself; a boy from Birmingham born in the middle of the Second World War to a gents' tailor and outfitters assistant and the daughter of a shop keeper. It's about what happened to them, what happened to...