What to think of Hardy

We look to literary biography to understand how works of literature came into being and made their way in the world. But how much can we learn about the processes of artistic creativity from biography when the public self of the author almost completely effaces the private self of the writer: when we are left wondering how this person, of all people, could have created the works that bear their name?

Thomas Hardy’s was not an eventful life. He spent most days alone in his study with the door closed, writing in silence. As he aged, he became more reserved and increasingly obsessive about guarding his privacy, controlling his legacy, and stonewalling curious admirers. When the twenty-one-year-old Rupert Brooke met him in 1908 (Hardy was then sixty-eight), he was astonished to find not the formidable grand old man of Wessex but a man who looked like a retired country doctor and talked incessantly about the right manure for turnips.