A fairly exhaustive, run through topics of particular, British culture and imagination, essentially over the last 50 years with some allegory is to previous cultural phenomena. This is interesting, fun, time is humorous, and interesting reading. For those with an interest in social commentary, social studies, cultural studies, history of British television, and film, actors and actresses then this is for you! I think that not only is the narrator excellent as a voice actor, but I think Dominic Sam Brooks chatty style does well to draw you in. Well recommended. ( )

Entertaining history, a look inside British cultural influence from various fictions, films, and music; with references to political incidences at the time. The book mainly focused on literature, and contained synopses of many major and some minor works. Enjoyable and enlightening. ( )

I thought that this book would be brilliant. I thought that it would be a treasure for the lovers of ALL THINGS BRITISH, like yours trully. Yeeeees...not quite...next time I'll take a moment to think again. I gave up at 40% annoyed and frustrated to the high heavens!

I don't know what the writer wanted to achieve. Was it a book about the history of British culture? Was it a chance to reminisce of the golden days? Was it simply to make fun- no, to ridicule- the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Heavy Metal, J.K. Rowling, the Queen (the band, not the sovereign who seems to be the only one escaping his ''critic talons). Whatever his intentions were, he produced an utter failure. Chapters packed with information unrelated to his themes, although I failed to see what the themes were. Poor attempts to appear light-hearted and full of humour. Sarcasm with a good dose of unashamed elitism towards the cultural offerings that A) were not to his liking, or B) that were the products of other countries. Verbose style used to support his personal opinions, more like prejudices really. Downright racist comments over the origins of John Lennon or Mick Jagger or the members of Black Sabbath, sexist remarks regarding J.K. Rowling and other women artists. These are not the elements that should consist an adequate book about the British culture. The part of the world that helped in shaping so many images in so many expressions of Art deserves a much better account that this poorly executed, chauvinistic, full of prejudices creation.

In recent years Dominic Sandbrook has established himself as one of the leading historians of Britain during the 1970s and 1980s. He has published several huge and comprehensive books that detailed the politics of the period and Britain’s fluctuating international relations. One of the great strengths of those books has, however, lain in the detailed context that he weaves by exploring the prevailing social and cultural trends. He has that happy knack of being able to address complex and challenging ideas in a readily accessible manner.

In this latest book, he looks more closely at British cultural development from the end of the Second World War up until the end of the twentieth century, considering how domestic tastes in art, fashion literature and music have changed, and also the impact that British culture has had upon the rest of the world. He also draws an illuminating comparison between the boom in British cultural dominance around the world and the demise of the huge manufacturing base that had seen Britain as one of the leading industrial exporters.

There is scarcely a facet of British life that escape’s Sandbrook’s scrutiny, and he is not afraid to court controversy by criticising so-called ‘national treasures’. John Lennon, seemingly canonised by dint of dying young at the hands of an assassin, emerges with his reputation sullied after an intriguing analysis of the song ‘Imagine’, whose exalted ideals Lennon himself failed to espouse. While conceding his musical talent, and his valuable cultural legacy, Sandbrook exposes Lennon as a hypocritical, selfish, materialistic monomaniac.

He also looks in detail at the most successful novelists over the period, with lengthy consideration of some writers often sneered at by the literary establishment. One such was Catherine Cookson, who sold hundreds of millions of books, and is generally categorised as a writer of romance novels. In fact most of her books have a gritty reality, reflecting her own bleak upbringing through a childhood and youth of immense deprivation, both financial and emotional). Ian Fleming, meanwhile, brought product placement to a previously unparalleled pitch with his James Bond books, though Sandbrook suggests that he always felt he was struggling in the shadow of his older brother Peter, who wrote travel books that were feted by the literati. Meanwhile, the novelist who racked up the greatest volume of sales of all (reckoned to be around two billion books) was Agatha Christie. Like J R R Tolkien, her writing reflected the devastating impact on her family of the first World War, and Sandbrook demonstrates that, far from writing just about the upper class, as claimed by many of her literary detractors, most of her characters inhabit almost exclusively the middle or lower classes.

All in all, this is an entertaining and informative book, and represents a fine companion volume to his previous history books. ( )

Dominic Sandbrook has certainly proved his credentials as a sound compiler of contemporary history. This book is an enjoyable departure from his narratives of recent British history. The book started out as a 'book of the TV series' to accompany yet another BBC documentary from Mr Sandbrook, however he has really gone the extra mile in producing a 688 page thumper of a volume.
Sandbrook either saw this book as a more informal volume (hopefully) or his Daily Mail column writing is making him a bit overconfident in presenting his own opinions. The personal voice is certainly strong, however it makes for a good read in what is a bit of a less serious history. Those who criticise the book should read the preface where Sandbrook promises that conehead cultural historians will "search in vain for the opaque theoretical discussions, invented abstract nouns and interminable references to obscure Continental theorists". The book also has no intention of being encyclopedic. The focus is set very much on the popular and middle of the road. This is an interesting decision as a pure celebration of cultural output and the "national imagination" isn't automatically going to focus on 'low brow' output. Sandbrook in his preface narrows his interest to 'popular culture' although isn't interested in endlessly complex definitions of this term. He quotes United States Supreme Court justice Potter Stewart's definition of pornography: "you know it when you see it". In Sandbrook's case you'll find the Beatles, Agatha Christie and Doctor Who but no Harrison Birtwistle (a modernist classical composer that I admit I had to look up).
The focus on the popular would be justified by the hint in the title that part of his argument is that the 'cultural industry' has indeed been seen as a replacement for the mass production of British industry up until the mid-twentieth century. Sandbrook makes surprisingly little of the argument that Britain's "punching above its weight" culturally has been a compensation for the loss of empire and industrial supremacy.
He is more interested in the considerable amount of continuity between the Victorian era and today.
This well written book is an enjoyable meander through very popular culture. The structure is pretty loose - or a jigsaw puzzle in the author’s words. Part One generally explores the transition from making things to telling stories. Part Two contends that popular culture generally supports the established order, examples ranging from sections on 1960s stars like the Rolling Stones buying country homes (I was never quite sure how this section really fit in although it was interesting) to Harry Potter as a derivation from the traditional nineteenth century school story. Part Three continues in a similar theme in a sense, exploring cultural artefacts ranging from Doctor Who to Lord of the Flies, and how they derive from Dickens and Welles. The fourth part looks at the cult of the individual which Sandbrook traces back to Self Help by Samuel Smiles.
The book is deliberately provocative in places. Sandbrook rehabilitates Catherine Cookson for example, commending her raw and real portrayal of the struggles of working class life despite her lack of popularity with intellectual critics, who were outraged at her portrayal. The section which seems to have garnered the most furious responses online however is that dealing with John Lennon. Sandbrook pulls no punches: “Whatever you think of Lennon’s talent, his sheer narcissism is hard to overstate”. His coverage has attracted cries of being “hateful trash”. Yet while I would say that as elsewhere Sandbrook is writing with verve and attitude to entertain to some extent, everything he says is verifiable. He does point out that “far more than any other rock star of his generation, and more even than his fellow Beatles, John Lennon is a figure of colossal symbolic importance”. Also despite Lennon’s motivations often being driven by a desire to be rich and notorious, he does acknowledge that there is a reason for his success - his undeniable talent. I strongly disagree with his assessment of Imagine - it might be hypocritical but as Sandbrook states elsewhere, the public have voted repeatedly in the charts and polls. Its a great song!
That said Sandbrook deserves plenty of credit for this book. Much more than a book of the TV series, this is a well researched and informative wander through the pleasures of British popular culture.

PS: I really wish Dominic Sandbrook would stop referring to Margaret Thatcher as "Mrs Thatcher". He doesn't call Edward Heath "Mr Heath" etc. It seems very partisan ( )