Jan Morris, and the struggle between coherence and uncovering another’s inner life
Excerpted from Jan Morris: A Life by Sara Wheeler. Published by Harper. Copyright © 2026. All rights reserved. “I think it could be claimed,” Morris wrote in a late unpublished fragment, “that during the second half of the twentieth century I wrote about more places than anyone else, and I was in a position to witness, and to reflect in my writing, many of the great historical events of the time. As I experienced all this first as a man, then as a woman, it might also be said (although I wouldn’t want to make much of this) that my viewpoint was unique.” The contradictions and anomalies that kept on coming only made her life more alluring. She preached the virtues of kindness, but after she died her daughter revealed unspeakable parental cruelty; she was a famous chronicler of the British Empire (some say an apologist for it) and a card-carrying Welsh nationalist. She was singular and contrary, yet I began to discern — and this surprised me — that her life reveals much that …









