If the name of Joe Ackerley still means anything to you, fifty years after his death, then it's probably because you're interested in LGBT literary history and you know about his long friendship with E.M. Forster and have read his saucy posthumous memoir My father and myself. Or because you're a dog-lover and have read My dog Tulip, where he is equally unrestrained in talking about the sex-life of his Alsatian bitch (called Queenie in real life).

In his own time, though, Ackerley was better known as the literary editor of the BBC weekly, The Listener, and a large portion of the letters Neville Braybrooke has assembled here come from his twenty-five years commissioning reviews of new books and art exhibitions. There are letters to just about all the prominent names of literary London from the thirties to the sixties: regular reviewers include people like Edwin Muir, Stephen Spender and Roy Fuller, but there are also plenty of little groups of letters to specialists in particular fields, like Sir Kenneth Clark (who became a personal friend, but rarely had time actually to write a review). And there's a moderately hilarious exchange with John Maynard Keynes in 1936, where it takes a lot of delicate negotiation to resolve the impasse between what the inflexible BBC bureaucracy will pay and what Keynes considers his writing is worth (Braybrooke prints it in an Appendix, including both sides of the correspondence). The most interesting letters are the ones where we see Ackerley-the-editor in action, showing a correspondent how to save what looks like an irredeemably-lost piece of writing by means of a few subtle changes.

There is also a great deal of correspondence with publishers and others about Ackerley's own books, which helps to make it clear why he published so little. At every stage there would be nervous voices telling him to make cuts to avoid potential problems with libel or obscenity: whenever the cuts got to the point where the book itself had disappeared, he would change publishers and start again.

If you're looking for gay gossip, there's not much in the first part of the book — Ackerley doesn't seem to have had any qualms about mixing private matters with business correspondence, but he was writing on BBC notepaper, so he (or Braybrooke) knew where to draw the line. After his retirement, he's a little less inhibited, and there are some quite racy accounts of his adventures in Athens and on a trip to Japan to visit his friends James Kirkup and Francis King.

Although it took Braybrooke a remarkably long time to edit this book (more than eight years), Ackerley's sister Nancy West was still alive when it came out, so Braybrooke cuts out anything in the letters that relates to her mental health problems, which were one of Ackerley's biggest worries during his last years. However, Forster had died (in 1970, three years after Ackerley), and we do get some very interesting letters about his last years.

There are some remarkably silly cuts in the book: one trivial example is in a letter of February 1963, where we read that "My half-sister, Sally ____, became Duchess of ____ last week..." It's perfectly understandable that a (dowager) duchess, even in 1975, might prefer not to advertise the fact that she was the illegitimate daughter of the rakish Roger Ackerley, but that sentence doesn't do anything to conceal her identity. The newspapers in 1963 didn't fail to mention Gerald Grosvenor's unexpected inheritance of the title that made him the richest man in England for a few years, and not many readers would have forgotten that by 1975. Even if they had, the blanks would have been a great stimulus to look it up, even in those pre-Wikipedia days!

Otherwise, there's not much to complain about in the editing, although Braybrooke does have an irritating tendency to footnote things we already know from the notes to the previous letter. At least the notes are on the page, so you don't need a finger stuck in the back of the book.

On the whole, Peter Parker's biography from ten years later is a much more useful resource on Ackerley's life, but this book is a nice bonus, with some interesting behind-the-scenes stuff about how literary journalism worked in the mid-20th century. ( )