The true and the credible

Some 20 years ago A. N. Wilson published a novel entitled Gentlemen in England. It was savagely reviewed in The Spectator by the late Lord Lambton. He complained that two characters were portraits of old friends of his, whom, for the purpose of the review, he called Mr F and Mr Q. (Alastair Forbes and Peter Quennell, one guessed, without much difficulty.) Quoting a snatch of dialogue, he declared that Mr F (or it may have been Mr Q) would never have said such a thing, and therefore the whole edifice fell flat. This prompted me to write a letter pointing out that since Mr Wilson had written a novel in which neither Mr F not Mr Q was a character, how either would have spoken in real life was utterly irrelevant.

I remembered this when reading William Waldegrave’s review of Justin Cartwright’s novel The Song Before it is Sung. Unlike Lambton’s it wasn’t a hatchet job.