Walter Bagehot (18261877) was a prominentEnglish journalist, banker, and man of letters. Formany years he was editor of , and to this day the magazine includes a weekly Bagehot column. His analyses of politics, economics, and public affairs were nothing short of brilliant. Sadly, he left no memoir. How, then, does this book bear the title, ? Frank Prochaska explains, Given my longstanding interest in Bagehots life and times, I decided to compose a memoir on his behalf. And so, in this imaginative reconstruction of the memoir Bagehot might have written, Prochaska assumes his subjects voice, draws on his extensive writings (Bagehots fill 15 volumes), and scrupulously avoids what Bagehot considered that most unpardonable of faultsdullness. A faux autobiography allows for considerable license, but Prochaska remains true to Bagehots character and is accurate in his depiction of the times. The memoir immerses us in the spirit of the Victorian era and makes us wish to have known Walter Bagehot. He is, Prochaska observes, the Victorian with whom we would most want to have dinner.