Angela Carter means so much to me I almost can't even think straight. This book is almost a thousand pages. ( )

Somehow I have managed to never read anything by Angela Carter, despite my literary anglophilia. I enjoyed this biography, though, and am now eying Wise Children and Nights at the Circus curiously.

I didn't find this biography particularly insightful or well-written, but it served as a reasonably engaging introduction to Carter's life and work. ( )

I feel somewhat bereft that this is over. Gordon writes towards the end that writing this biography was a "strange and somewhat eerie process: a haunting, but there were times when I didn't know if the ghost was Angela, or me". I feel the that strange haunting; because this was a big book, and because I've gotten slower with my reading over the years, I set myself a deadline to finish by June 30, or else I know it would drag on forever, me wanting to drag out Angela Carter's story as long as I could. So I totally immersed myself in this book and nothing else for some days; even so, when I got towards the end and knew how it would end (she gets cancer, and her death follows pretty swiftly after the initial diagnosis), I was still surprised that Angela Carter had died. She had seemed so alive in my mind.

Towards the end, as Angela stopped keeping a journal, Gordon's narrative starts to take on a slightly mechanical tone because she had settled into her life and was no longer fighting herself as much, and the accolades for her work were rolling in. He writes on the final page, "She's much too big for any single book to contain" and that's true. I would love to read a literary biography too, one that can dispense with having to lay out the chronology of a life, and focus totally on the aspects of life that went into her work. In Angela's own words (I keep referring to her as "Angela", like we're pals), "I think writing - or my kind of writing - is a process of self-analysis, of interpreting one's imagery and constantly mining inside oneself". Her imagery was so rich, varied, and complex. I'm hungry for more.

My full review appears here: http://www.popmatters.com/review/the-invention-of-angela-carter-by-edmund-gordon... ( )

Angela Carter is pretty high on my list of favorite authors, so I was delighted to see this book. Her stories refuse to fit neatly into any one genre; they have humor, magical realism, pure fantasy, literary fiction, grim fairy tales, and a lot more. She also wrote tons of journalism pieces, and had a huge volume of correspondence (which was one of the many sources Gordon mined). Her early novels are not much known these days, but her later ones- ‘Wise Children’ and ‘Nights at the Circus’- as well as the reimagined fairy tales in ‘The Bloody Chamber’ sold well when published and are still popular now.

Carter’s early life was suffocating. Her mother was controlling to the point of monomania. Angela was not allowed to use the bathroom alone until she was eleven, and her mother wanted to accompany her to college. The only way to escape perpetual childhood was to marry, which put her into a different type of prison. Her marriage to Paul Carter was happy at first; she loved him, and having her own house rather than being under her mother’s thumb made up for any number of faults. But as the years went on, and she wrote and went to college, holes appeared. Paul Carter seems to have suffered from depression, as well as wondering aloud why his wife couldn’t keep the house clean when she had plenty of time to read and write. When Angela won a writing prize that paid her to travel, she went to Japan by herself and the marriage soon ended. She had a couple of intense affairs while she was there, both with much younger men, and found herself perfectly capable of living on her own. Later, back in England again, she met Mark Pearce (again a younger man), a construction worker who fixed a plumbing problem for her. While not an ‘educated’ man, Pearce was far from stupid and their relationship lasted until her death. At 43, Angela gave birth to a son, Alex. Throughout this relationship, Angela continued to write ceaselessly, while Pearce went to college, tended to the house and Alex, started a pottery shop, became a teacher, and generally kept Angela’s life together. During this time, Angela was finally enjoying success and financial stability. Sadly, just when her life had all come together, she was diagnosed with lung cancer and died at 51.

To say that Angela was an interesting person is an understatement. She didn’t put much stock in appearance or housekeeping, although her house was decorated like a bardo. Her many friends never knew what she would say next- just as she wrote what she thought without a filter, so did she speak. Her relationship with feminism was rocky; feminists liked her rewriting of fairy tales to have the female as the strong character, they were less than happy with ‘The Sadeian Woman’. She herself dealt with sexism all her working life; the financial details in Gordon’s book seem boring but they show in black and white how much less she was paid than male novelists of the time, who sold the same number of books as she did.

The book was fascinating to me, but it’s not a fast read. Gordon quotes her friends, many of whom were still alive to interview, and had the resource of many of her letters. It’s dense with detail, a lot of it about her writing process and dealings with publishers and editors. Angela Carter, living in the time she did, had to invent herself as the old patterns for being a woman did not suit her, nor did the old patterns for writers to follow. ( )