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Черчилль получил Нобелевскую премию по литературе в 1953 году «за мастерство исторического и биографического описания, а также за блестящее ораторское искусство в защите высоких человеческих ценностей». В частности за шеститомник про войну (надо будет попробовать  почитать). Тут неплохая лекция Быкова о Черчиле как писателе.


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winston_Churchill_as_a_writer

 Для Черчиля литературная работа была основным источником дохода (и немалого). Он активно использовал "литературных негров" (ghostwriter), один из основных это Adam Diston.  "Как сотрудник Черчилля, Дистон начал работу в 1934 году,  получая 15 фунтов стерлингов из 350 фунтов стерлингов, полученных Черчиллем за каждую статью." (это сейчас как-то дико выглядит)  В 1931-1933 годах Дистон успел побывать в 3-х политических партиях: от лейбористов до фашистов.    Другой Edward Marsh (он получал аж до 10% гонорара Черчиля).

"My first venture into English society seemed a failure, and I resolved not to waste too much time on it. The one thing which detained me was the newspaper, a journal printed in London and then distributed around the country, a most novel idea. It was surprisingly frank about affairs, containing reports not only of domestic matters but also detailed accounts of events in foreign places which interested me greatly. I was later informed, however, that they were milk and water productions in comparison to a few years previously, when the passion of faction brought forth a whole host of such organs. For the king, against the king, for Parliament, for the army, for or against this or that. Cromwell, and then the returned King Charles, did their best to restore some form of order, rightly surmising that such stuff merely lulls people into thinking that they understand matters of state. And a more foolish notion can scarcely be imagined, it being obvious that the reader is only informed of what the writer wishes him to know, and is thus seduced into believing almost anything. Such liberties do nothing but convert the grubby hacksters who produce these tracts into men of influence, so that they strut around as though they were gentlemen of quality. Anyone who has ever met one of these English journalists (so called, I believe, because they are paid by the day, like any common ditch-digger) will know just how ridiculous that is."

Iain Pears, from "An Instance of the Fingerpost".