A Life of My Own by Claire Tomalin

This evening I went to Blackwells to hear Claire Tomalin talk about her latest book, and it reminded me that I have yet to write about it. So… well, I suspect you’ve worked the rest out for yourself. Here we are, and here we go.

Since I moved house, I’ve had to start driving to work. Driving for about 40 minutes and walking for half an hour, actually, which has given me an awful lot more time for audiobooks and the like. I already listen to a lot of podcasts, but this has spurred me on to trying audiobooks more actively – starting, because why not, with Claire Tomalin’s A Life of My Own (2017).

I say ‘why not’ – I can actually give a pretty good reason why. I’d signed up for a trial with audiobooks.com because I wanted to hear The Disaster Artist by Greg Sestero. And it turns out that the recording was only available in North America. Doh! (I have subsequently been given and have read the book – watch this space.) So I had a credit to use… and my first thought was: who would I want reading to me in the car? The answer, naturally, was Penelope Wilton. And when A Life of My Own came up in the search results, I remembered that I’d been keen to read it. I might talk more about the crooked path of audiobook selection another day…

I’ve only read two of Tomalin’s many biographies – on Jane Austen and Katherine Mansfield – and, other than knowing about some of her titles (and the fact that she’s gone for enormous, much-biographied names like Hardy and Dickens), didn’t really know anything else about her. Oh, except that she is married to Michael Frayn, and is the grandmother (or, as it turned out, step-grandmother) of twins who used to run a YouTube channel, called Jack and Finn. It was quite fun going into an autobiography ‘blind’, as it were.

The problem with audiobooks, of course, is that I don’t have any quotations to share, and I can’t flick back through to see what I wanted to write about. But I do recall that she starts by talking about her parents – which I almost invariably wish any biographer would skip, since I’m not that interested. With an autobiographer, it is a least coloured with a real human connection – whatever the opposite of ‘dispassionate’ is (because ‘passionate’ doesn’t feel quite right – and it’s with genuine emotion that Tomalin describes her mother’s musical genius, her parents’ hasty courtship, and the bizarre honeymoon she learned about properly from her father’s latterday memoir, during which it became more or less clear that the marriage was a mistake.

Tomalin has a great gift, in this autobiography, for describing people and her relationship with them with complete honesty which is subjective (for how it could not be) yet never feels unfair. She writes about how her father disliked her, and it seems like the scrupulously just conclusions of somebody who was weighed the evidence properly. She has an emotional response to this, but the description is arrived at honestly. The same is seen in her marriage to Nick Tomalin – a man who the reader (or listener) cannot help intensely disliking, given his violence and selfishness, and his many affairs, but Tomalin has no bitterness – she tells us what happened and how it affected her, but clearly still loved him in some way, and excellently portrays the complex emotions and feelings she has towards his memory.

I wanted to read A Life of My Own because I thought it would be fascinating to learn about the craft of writing biographies. My main criticism of the book is what a small part this plays – almost all her books are tidied away discretely and discreetly into a single chapter, and I would have loved to hear more. As some form of compromise offering, there is plenty to fascinate in descriptions of her rise as a literary editor at the New Statesman and the Sunday Times (and the sexism she faced – not least in her supremely unqualified husband having the job before she did).

But Tomalin’s own life is so full and so expertly shown to us that it is certainly an acceptable substitute. As well as describing her upbringing, schooling, and marriage, she writes brilliantly about parenthood – the highs and the very low lows. I don’t know how she managed to write about her daughter’s suicide attempts, which ended with a successful one, but she did so extraordinarily movingly – and writes astonishingly about loving somebody with inescapable depression. Unsurprisingly, this period of Tomalin’s life was not discussed at the event I attended, but it is done with bravery and, yes, honesty in A Life of My Own.

It is such moments that show, I think, Tomalin’s skill as a biographer coming through. She knows that she cannot shirk periods like this if she is to portray her whole life – and something of the biographer’s objectivity weaves its way constantly through the subjectivity. It is deftly handled throughout.

Perhaps almost any life is fascinating, if written about well, and Tomalin’s indisputably is. And to her, I suppose, her success as a biographer is of less interest than her family, so it makes sense that she writes so much better and so much more about that. Go into the book with the right expectations, and I predict you’ll find it brilliant. And if Penelope Wilton is reading it to you, so much the better.


6 thoughts on “A Life of My Own by Claire Tomalin

  • November 15, 2017 at 12:35 pm

    I confess I’m just not a fan of audiobooks… Poetry is another matter, I could listen to people read it well for hours! But if I had a car commute I might have to change my mind!

  • November 15, 2017 at 3:19 pm

    I listen to audio books while driving; couldn’t do without them. The reader is everything.
    A problem, though, is the difficulty of finding audio versions of the books I love. I wish someone would start a reprints-in-audio company.

  • November 15, 2017 at 5:39 pm

    Gosh, this sounds fascinating. I have read several of her books. I couldn’t listen to it, however, because I seem to be unable to concentrate on sound alone. I have to be looking at something, except for with music. The only audiobook I was ever able to listen to all the way was done like a radio play. I don’t know why that helped.

  • November 15, 2017 at 8:26 pm

    Re your point about biographers starting with the parents, it seems to be the convention to start with the parents or, more often, grandparents and then dig up as much as possible about their childhood. This is understandable given the influence of our origins and upbringing on the adults we become, but I too can find it a bit tiresome. Of course, no one is forcing me to start at Chapter 1!

  • November 16, 2017 at 7:10 am

    I really enjoy reading biographies and memoirs without having much knowledge of the subject/author beforehand. I find it so much easier to keep an open mind about the person than if I already think I know them well through their works. Also it makes me that much more eager to find out more about them (or saves me tons of time if I discover they are awful and lose all interest in them entirely).

    Not sure this one is for me but the lure of Penelope Wilton reading it is significant. I am very boring and usually listen to audiobooks of books I’ve read before (I find I’m not super attentive when listening for long periods) but I do need to learn to branch out.

  • November 16, 2017 at 10:02 am

    This does sound very well done, bringing a biographer’s skill to her own life.

    I can’t get on with audio books as they send me to sleep, but husband Matthew loves them and reads loads from Audible (if you’re going down this route, you can buy batches of credits at a time, which brings down the cost a lot). He and I quite often read books together, him on audio and me in print, and it works really well.


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