Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Hilary Mantel, you little ripper
It's hard to say she just gets better and better, because what could be better, each of its kind, than Eight months on Ghazzah Street, Beyond Black, Fludd, Giving up the ghost? No, the fascinating thing about Hilary Mantel is that she shows no signs of falling for her own publicity. Martin Amis, Salman Rushdie, gifted writers derailed by their ego. John Banville, entranced by his reputation for beautiful prose. Even the trucker Ian McEwan wobbles from time to time (Saturday). But good old Hilary's ego is swallowed up in her subject. She looves it! as an Irish relative of ours would say. Bring on the third volume of the Wolf Hall trilogy.