ABSTRACT
When we come to write about Trollope as a biographer, we are hit by a double whammy, as we write about a literary form which has been only tenuously analysed, and apply it to works that have only rarely been visited. 1 We may, then, be excused for wishing to read this line from Trollope’s Life of Cicero as a very tempting invitation to interpret his texts as direct links to the inner man, to access those parts of Trollope so tantalisingly denied to us in An Autobiography . This essay will explore his four forays into life writing and his autobiography to determine the degree to which we might be justified in doing so.
