John Morrissey looks at a new biography of novelist Frank Hardy which reveals there was no shortage of skeletons in his literary and social cupboards.At my only meeting with Frank Hardy, a promotion of his books in 1977, he became very matey when I claimed to have read all of them. When I responded to his inquiry about my political leanings, he replied, “Don’t worry mate. All of my friends are Commos or Groupers!”Pauline Armstrong has produced a judicious and well-researched picture of the man -…
