In this slim memoir Susannah Clapp, Angela Carter's friend and literary executor, paints a vivid portrait of the writer, her reminiscences prompted by the postcards Carter sent her during the course of their friendship. Carter comes across as warm, fierce, funny, and high-minded; we frequently hear her voice through fragments of letters and remembered conversations and the reader can re-experience the pleasure that her original addressees must have felt.
Clapp, one of the founders of the London Review of Books, is also a fine and often very funny writer and I thoroughly enjoyed being transported into the world of Carter and her circle for a few hours. By the end, Clapp's description of Carter's memorial service left me in tears. As mentioned by another reviewer this is a very short book, and I can imagine that this would be a disappointment for those expecting something longer. The postcards Clapp describes are reproduced, albeit in black and white. On the basis of this work I'm looking forward to exploring more of Carter's writing (for example her radio plays about Richard Dadd and Ronald Firbank, the latter with contributions from Ewan MacColl) and reading Clapp's earlier memoir
With Chatwin: Portrait of a Writer.