Anita Brookner said somewhere, in one of the interviews, that she was reserving autobiographical information for her own purposes. One might have hoped for some kind of late phase of autobiography, something akin to Henry James's late-career volumes of life-writing.
It was not to be. But as we have heard, writers of fiction are the folk who are really telling the truth. All those novels may be seen as one long autobiography, perhaps - or they may well not be.
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
Better, to be found...
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