I'd like to thank James Wolcott for linking to this blog in his recent post concerning Lord Conrad Black and his toady, Mark Steyn.
I'd also recommend for James' beach bag the finest trilogy of prison diaries ever written by a British peer, namely, A Prison Diary (Vols. 1-3) of Lord Jeffrey Archer. (Excerpts from Volume II are here.) Archer tells the inspiring tale of an honourable man forced to share a television with his cellmate, ration his Cadbury Fruit and Nut Bars and Evian, and undergo the humiliation of being called Jeff by the entire prison populations. The writing's no better than in most of Jeff's fiction, but they're more informative and the subject matter is infinitely more pleasant.