There are secrets for privacy and silence; let them only be cultivated on the part of the hunted creature with even half the method with which the love of sport - or call it the historic sense - is cultivated on the part of the investigator… Then at last the game will be fair and the two forces face to face; it will be 'pull devil, pull tailor,' and the hardest pull will doubtless constitute the happiest result. Then the cunning of the inquirer, envenomed with resistance, will exceed in subtlety and ferocity anything we to-day conceive, and the pale forewarned victim, with every track covered, every paper burnt and every letter unanswered, will, in the tower of art, the invulnerable granite, stand, without a sally, the siege of all the years. 'She and He: recent documents': essay by Henry James on George Sand, 1897 Samuel Johnson was 53 years old when he met his future biographer James Boswell. For the next twenty or so years, Boswell developed a close friendship with h...
Of the many Brookner obituaries ten years ago, one of the least acceptable was A. N. Wilson's in the Daily Mail (see here ).* Wilson recounted having met Brookner at a party given by a publisher. He found her in the man's bedroom, among the guests' coats. She was, he surmised, hopelessly in love. A friend of Brookner's, a publisher, features in Hermione Lee's biography. The man still being alive, Lee's tone is careful. He himself describes a long, close friendship. 'But, from her point of view, it may well have been a different story,' Lee subjoins. And in the index? No mention of A. N. Wilson. Enough said, as they say. *** *The online copy ( here ) of the article is incomplete, stopping mid-sentence before the paragraph about the publisher. I don't know the reason for this.