I had hoped for very good things from this book, but the good things are just too thin, such as they are, and too far between. Chips has a narrow world-view and is completely out of touch with most everything. He is married briefly and his wife dies. He retires in 1913 but cannot bear to move away from the boys school where he has taught so many years. His life seems to be taken up by staring across at the school and reading detective novels. It is hardly enough to sustain a reader's interest.
During the World War he returns to the school temporarily, while the faculty is thinned out by army recruitment. During all this, he seems almost proud of his ignorance in such things as movies, popular music, etc. The only part I found interesting was Chips' tribute to a former teacher who taught German at the school, the man having been killed in the German army.
Hilton also wrote several short stories featuring Mr. Chips, but they are no better.