When people learn I have lung cancer, I’m invariably asked whether I smoked. I usually confess and say yes, I perfected the art of smoking at Paris cafés in the 1960s. So tell me, if I smoked, do I deserve to have lung cancer?
Did You Smoke?
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.