Invisible is a great thriller. I can’t say too much more about the plot because the twists and turns are the whole point of reading a book that wrong foots the reader at every turn . . . Christine Poulson kept me reading by giving out just enough information to intrigue and puzzle so that I had to read just one more chapter. That’s why, in the end, I just dropped everything else and read the last half of Invisible in one sitting.’


The Most Lovable of Writers

Posted on Oct 14, 2011 in Fanny Trollope, Trollope's Autobiography | 6 Comments

One of the books that I read while on holiday was Trollope’s AUTOBIOGRAPHY. I had read it long ago, but I re-read it with fresh eyes. I first read it as an academic planning a thesis on Trollope and read it this time as a writer. It has its longeurs – discussions of writers long lost sight of – but for the most part I read it with rapt attention. Trollope had a wretched boyhood. His background of genteel poverty and his own awkwardness made his schoolday miserable and lonely. His father was an embittered failure (the bailiffs arrived at one point), a sister and a brother died of consumption. The family was kept afloat only by the efforts of his extraordinary mother, Fanny Trollope, who became a best-selling writer in her fifties. Even as she writing the novels that kept the family afloat she was nursing first her husband, then her son and then her daughter on their deathbeds.
Trollope himself looked set to be a failure too in his early working life as a disreputable debt-ridden clerk at the Post Office, and it was only when he offered to take a post in Ireland at the age of twenty-six that his fortunes changed. Professional success both as a public servant and a novelist and a happy marriage were to follow, but his painful early life was never forgotten and it helps to explain his deep understanding of human nature and his empathy and perceptiveness as a writer.
His account of those early years is touching. He has much to say too about the writing life and I’d recommend the AUTOBIOGRAPHY to any writer. One thing that especially endears him to me is his admission that he was virtually incapable of plotting his novels in advance. After hours, even days, of cudgelling his brains and driving himself almost to distraction he would abandon the attempt, and simply rush headlong into the writing.
I closed the books, feeling, as I have so often felt about Trollope, that of all the writers who have been important to me over the years, he is perhaps the most lovable.


  1. Margaret @ BooksPlease
    October 14, 2011

    I bought this years ago and started it then – never finished it (can’t remember why, probably other books demanded I read them). Your post has encouraged me to dig it out again!

  2. AnnOxford
    October 15, 2011

    I love Trollop’s novels, Christine. And you’ve made this autobiography sound like a new must read for me.

  3. lyn
    October 16, 2011

    I’ve had this on the tbr shelves for a few years but your review inspired me to take it down. I read over half of the book yesterday afternoon. It’s wonderful. As you say, Trollope is lovable but I had to skim over his dreadful childhood, too heartbreaking. I don’t think either of his parents had much time for Anthony but he doesn’t seem to have held a grudge against anyone who ignored, bullied or tormented him, except maybe a couple of his GPO superiors! Thanks for the review & reminder of how much I enjoy Trollope.

  4. Christine
    October 24, 2011

    Thank you all! It is lovely to hear from you.

  5. Elaine
    February 12, 2012

    I simply loved this autobiography and reviewed it last year when I finally took it down from my shelves. He is a lovable man

  6. Christine
    February 13, 2012

    Thanks. Elaine. I know from reading your blog that we share a love of Trollope.


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