If James Boswell could glance at a few recent issues of The Spectator, he would be delighted to see that the literary form he did so much to modernise is thriving. In the last month or two, biographies of Hardy, Empson, Janacek and Betjemen have impressed this magazine’s critics with their attention to detail, elegance, clear-sighted analysis and balance. So many of the skills Boswell introduced to the endeavour are still adhered to. He might, perhaps, permit himself a well-earned pat on the back.
However, if he then visited his local W. H. Smith, he would lose much of that satisfaction. Very few of the lives reviewed in the literary press are ever found in the shops. A request for Empson would be met with a blank look. A request for Janacek would almost certainly be met with directions to the local pharmacy. Instead, what Boswell would find is that the art of biography has devolved into the most chilling of all literary forms: the celebrity life story.
The celebrity life story departs slightly from the norm in that it dispenses with a few of the traditional tenets of biographical writing — elegance, quality of analysis, attention to detail, balance, and worthiness of subject are some of the more common omissions.
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