 A Place of Greater Safety by Hillary Mantell, narrated by Jonathan Keeble. The author begins with the following note. This is a novel about the French Revolution. Almost all the characters in it are real people, and it is closely tied to historical facts, as far as those facts are agreed, which isn't really very far. It is not an overview or a complete account of the Revolution. The story centres on Paris. What happens in the provinces is outside its scope, and so for the most part are military events. My main characters were not famous until the Revolution made them so, and not much is known about their early lives. I have used what there is, and made educated guesses about the rest. This is not, either, an impartial account. I have tried to see the world as my people saw it, and they had their own prejudices and opinions. Where I can, I have used their real words, from recorded speeches or preserved writings, and woven them into my own dialogue. I have been guided by a belief that what goes on to the record is often tried out earlier off the record. There is one character who may puzzle the reader because he has a tangential, peculiar role in this book. Everyone knows this about Jean-Paul Mahat. He was stabbed to death in his bath by a pretty girl. His death we can be sure of, but almost everything in his life is open to interpretation. Dr. Mahat was twenty years older than my main characters, and had a long and interesting pre-Revolutionary career. I did not feel that I could deal with it without unbalancing the book, so I have made him the guest star, his appearances few but pecan. I hope to write about Dr. Mahat at some future date. Any such novel would subvert the view of history which I offer here. In the course of writing this book, I have had many arguments with myself about what history really is, but you must state a case, I think, before you can plead against it. The events of the book are complicated, so the need to dramatize and the need to explain must be set against each other. Anyone who writes a novel of this type is vulnerable to the complaints of pedants. Three small points will illustrate how, without falsifying, I have tried to make life easier. When I am describing pre-Revolutionary Paris, I talk about the police. This is a simplification. There were several bodies charged with law enforcement. It would be tedious, though, to hold up the story every time there is a riot, to tell the reader which one is on the scene. Again, why do I call the Houtel de Ville City Hall? In Britain, the term Town Hall conjures up a picture of comfortable aldermen, patting their paunches and talking about Christmas decorations.