A typically smug, smirking and self-aggrandizing review in this Saturday's Graun
http://books.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,,1972885,00.html
Mantel must be hugging herself with pleasure.
"If the techniques and thoughts in this book are new to you... you are either aged nine, or a Martian." So, 'I, Mantel know everything - and always have done; it's wearying how long I've known everything. Let me prove this by saying I believe only the childish or grossly ignorant will find anything new in this book. See how cleverly I did that?'
For another example - and, as a writer, I have to give her points for the construction here - "He [Brown] wants to be seen as thoughtful, ethical, and self-deprecating, and is certainly the latter." Let's unpick that, everyone.
"He wants to be seen as thoughtful, ethical, and self-deprecating,
and is certainly the latter." That's to say, it's questionable if he's the former. So, she suggests (on what basis let's not trouble our childish, grossly ignorant heads) that Brown is possibly not thoughtful or ethical. But, at least she acknowledges he's self-deprecating, yes? Yes. Yes... except she carefully negates any implication of modesty that might bring by being careful to say that he
wants to be seen as it too.
Can any of you identify the funny, highly readable and solidly intelligent book we've read in Mantel's review? Yet hers is the Graun review, and thus, many will believe, the authorative voice.
Man, book reviewers (or novelists reviewing books as a means of fluffing themselves up) really ought to be made to take on the more useful role of landfill.
Ooooo - I'm angry. The casual injustice of it stings me. I wish I could write to Mr Brown to assure him that he did a very good job with that book, and that Mantel is clearly a buffoon.
And before anyone says it, 'No, it's not personal bitterness.' My novels have, far more frequently than not, had very good reviews. And even the good reviews often made me think, 'Good Lord. You utter moron - you really didn't understand anything did you?'