TO THE many difficulties attending the creative life may now be added a new peril. Outside the study, downstairs preparing lunch, or breezing his way towards you for a weekend stay, may be a spouse or a lover or a friend, taking notes. When, at some distant point in the future, something goes wrong - a relationship goes belly-up, a friendship turns sour, a terrible change occurs in your life - the notes could become a book and your loathsome, undignified, domestic self will be revealed to the world. One false move, and the stalker in your intimate life will be off to the nearest literary agent.
Betrayal is in the air and, in a sense, there's nothing new about that. For …