Seven years after his death, Hugh Trevor-Roper's reputation is still a cauldron of discord. He would have enjoyed that. Steaming in the mix are the resentments of those he expertly wounded, the awe of colleagues at the breadth and depth of his learning, dismay at his serial failures to complete a full-length work of history, delight in the Gibbonian wit and elegance of his writing and - still a major ingredient - Schadenfreude over his awful humiliation in the matter of the Hitler diaries.

LRB 19 August 2010 | PDF Download