The London Review
of Books quietly encourages writers to address front-page issues. And it's no
coincidence that female authors have provoked the biggest rows
For once, we should have
seen the latest London Review of
Books kerfuffle coming. Hilary Mantel gave her
Royal
Bodies lecture on 4 February, preceded by publicity indicating she would
riskily view the Duchess of Cambridge as another lovely bride in the tradition
of Anne Boleyn, Marie Antoinette and Princess Diana, all three of whom suffered
violent, untimely deaths. Dynamite potential: quite high.
And for once too, the LRB
– in contrast to its flustered response in 2001 to the fuss about a Mary Beard
post-9/11 piece that said many
people felt America "had it coming" – seemed prepared for the media melee,
even perhaps relishing it; it was ready with audio of Mantel's lecture for Radio
4's Today once the "story" broke, and pointed out on Twitter that "what she
really wrote is about how the media make the royals suffer".
Yet by then things had
followed a familiar, tardy pattern, rather eerily echoing Anne
Enright's experience in 2007. Fifteen days after Mantel's lecture, five
after its publication, a passage was noticed that could be dressed up as a
"venomous attack" – just as the earlier Booker winner's reflections on Gerry and
Kate McCann (also readable as really being criticism of the media) were spotted
and denounced as a "venomous attack" over a fortnight after appearing.
This differentiates it
from the New York Review of
Books, which it emerged from and was modelled on. The US organ offers more
current affairs and is likelier to run free-standing political essays. The
contrast in focus and style is nicely symbolised by the current covers: David
Petraeus for the NYRB, versus not Kate Middleton, or even Anne Boleyn, but
an antique jug for the
LRB.
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