Face to Face

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For fifteen years, I had one of the best jobs in the world. I was book news editor at The Bookseller, and most weeks I included in my pages an interview with an author. I talked to celebrated novelists, including several of my literary heroes. I talked to biographers and science writers. I talked to creators of blockbusting best-sellers. All sorts of people write books, or at least get their names on to book covers: I talked to movie stars, sports heroes and supermodels, and to people who had fought in wars or been shipwrecked.

I knew it was a great job, but I did not spend most of my time glowing with self-satisfaction. I spent most of it feeling anxious: ‘Kingsley Amis is going to think I’m an idiot, and he’s not going to disguise the thought’; or, ‘Before I phone Peter Carey in two hours I’ve got to get through 300 more pages of The Unusual Life of Tristan Smith, I’m not enjoying it, and I haven’t read any of his other novels’; or, ‘What on earth am I going to ask Kate Moss?’; or, ‘I spoke to Lennox Lewis for three and a half minutes, and the longest sentence he uttered contained six words – how am I going to get a piece out of that?’

I enjoyed interviewing. I felt privileged to be able to do it. Mostly, though, I was able to say to myself that the interviews were enjoyable only after they were over. While they were in progress, I felt as I imagine professional tennis players do during the course of a match, or opera singers during a performance: you’re doing something you love, but you’re not exactly having fun. (Neither are the authors, I’m sure.) I wanted my questions to impress – in part for egotistical reasons, but also because I thought that the better I performed, the better the author would respond. I rarely prepared questions in advance, believing that interviews worked best if they were spontaneous. The disadvantage of this approach was that I had constantly to worry about what

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Nicholas Clee was book news editor of The Bookseller from 1984 to 1999. He then enjoyed the different pleasures of editing the paper for five years. He is now a freelance writer, and the author of a cookbook, Don’t Sweat the Aubergine.

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