When Garech Browne was growing up in the 1940s, he fell in love with the traditional Irish tunes whistled by a worker on his father’s estate in County Mayo. Browne would toddle after him, enchanted, as if following the Pied Piper.
A strange, gilded, troubled life stretched before Browne. As an heir to the Guinness fortune, he would have a jetset existence of bacchanalia and celebrity friends, including Mick Jagger and Lucian Freud.