I wasn’t particularly interested in the subjects of Mantel’s LRB articles, but I was intrigued by her correspondence with the editor, from handwritten letters to faxes to e-mails. It was another time, for sure: in the late 1980s she could just be like, “Um, hi! Can I write stuff for you?” and it worked. (I’ve tried that approach many times and, believe me, it doesn’t work. There are just too many talented book reviewers out there.) Over the years she was given such latitude to write whatever she wanted, at whatever length, and to negotiate deadlines. Such freedom is unimaginable now. Also, depressingly, she was probably getting roughly the same pay as one could expect from a similar publication now (e.g. a £150 kill fee in 1988). The price of everything has gone up, but what one can get paid for writing about books has, generally, not. It was also neat to see that Mantel has lived in a lot of the same corners of southern England as I have, such as Woking and various places around Berkshire.
Passages I noted:
“It is true that reviewing eats up time. Even in the easier days in which I began, you had to become a workhorse if you wanted worthwhile returns. …Young reviewers become fired with zeal against the established and the over-rated. They think they are doing justice, but it takes them longer to learn about mercy.”
“To fix a book in context needs background reading. … I was always asking for time, more time to learn – and it was always granted. Sometimes I was slow because I was over-committed, but sometimes because I was fascinated. The editors forgave my occasional bouts of critic’s block.”
from a 2010 diary about approaching a major surgery: “The last thing the surgeon said to me, on the afternoon of the procedure: ‘For you, this is a big thing, but remember, to us it is routine.’” [I reread this for reassurance in the days before my mother had brain surgery to clip an aneurysm. It was a scary prospect but it was indeed a routine surgery and all went well.]